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In an instant, she turned on him. Grandmothers and grandfathers and uncles and aunts … to love and to coddle
lonely little girls. I said I’d make shirts. “I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that
loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit
of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,—
tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he
had left unbroken in the chapel. Ruth's
emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would
always be happy because he would always be needing her. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius
through the mud.
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