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‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel
a traitor. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would
always keep hidden from her, at least human love. Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating
the singular role he had elected to play. And then, as she stood
there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon
her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. ‘She may well try to go back. ‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald. "Don't swear, Jack, or I shall distrust you. A woman is
supposed to know when a man is in love with her. ‘See that
writing table? Go and look in the drawer there. The
children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls.
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