‘I’m a soldier, missie. ”
They eyed her incredulously. She loved him. On the second day
out he was helped to a steamer-chair on deck; on the third day, his arm across
Ruth's shoulder, he walked from his chair to the foremast and back. Through that she
had to go. “I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I
wish you a pleasant journey back to England. His slightest
move caused her infinite pleasure. “I am not
dependent upon any one. But the people among whom she was now thrown through the
social exertions of Miss Miniver and the Widgetts—for Teddy and Hetty came
up from Morningside Park and took her to an eighteen-penny dinner in Soho and
introduced her to some art students, who were also Socialists, and so opened the
way to an evening of meandering talk in a studio—carried with them like an
atmosphere this implication, not only that the world was in some stupid and even
obvious way WRONG, with which indeed she was quite prepared to agree, but
that it needed only a few pioneers to behave as such and be thoroughly and
indiscriminately “advanced,” for the new order to achieve itself. “Sit down,” he
said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. It
had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an
unendurable, scornful grin. “I don’t understand.
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