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He had put himself before the threshold of damnation; for Ruth was
now a vestal in the temple. Morningside Park had been passive and defective; all this
rushed about and was active, but it was still defective. “But that’s not all. \"I'll meet you at your locker after school. ‘Is there a resemblance?’
‘This is Mary Remenham?’
‘That is my late niece, yes. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew
pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in
welcome. One doesn’t go about with these passions allayed simply because they have
made wreckage and a scandal. She knew the truth of it all right. "There,
Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. This
extraordinary child had opened up an old channel through which it was no
longer safe to cruise. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden
from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. Supposing they find you
and take you away?—and she unprepared? Have you thought of that? Why did
you marry her?"
"God alone knows!"
"And you don't love her! What kind of a woman do you want, anyhow?"—with
rising anger. The door popped open with a sigh.
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