“You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home. Think if
your own mother was alive!”
He paused, deeply moved. “I wish you would come and see my lawyers. Ten days should see you on your feet. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’
Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door,
Roding behind him. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have
been shocked, afraid of the scandal. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes
since: the same outwardly; and yet…!
On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to
walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair
grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough
to argue about books, music, paintings. You seemed
complete—without that. “Let me
show you something.
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