I can fairly understand Ruth; but
you…!"
"Have you ever been so lonely that the soul of you cried in anguish? Twentyfour hours a day to think in, alone?… Perhaps I did not want to go mad from
loneliness. She drank
it obediently. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments
of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated,
and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. For a moment he believed this
merely a new phase of the dream. ‘You!’
‘Yes, it is I, mademoiselle,’ he continued in his own tongue. One would think that
you enjoyed crawling away out of your world into hiding, with a very foolish
wicked wife. She had remained patently
unavailable to him. We shall have Mr. It was, in fact, a group of
interests quite unlike any other group, peculiar and special, and one to be
thoroughly ashamed of.
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