She is a fortune-teller and
a vessel for man’s pleasure. “If I cut her neck, you’ll never get the stains out of
your fancy car. Time was moving so fast, she could no longer count the days since Gosse
had come to her with his preposterous suggestion at the Coq d’Or, where they
were staying and where he had robbed her and left her and Martha to their fate. He had
found her in a communicative mood, and he used the accumulated skill of years
in turning that to account. ‘You will release me at once,
imbecile. “You call yourself an artist—
but you have no temperament. “What’s that young lady’s name—girl in dark brown, stranger here?” Mr. Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and
disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly. "
"Hold your tongue, sirrah," rejoined Shotbolt, not over-pleased by the remark,
"and mind what I tell you. "He who stands on the verge of the
grave, as I do, should never be unprepared. To her chagrin, he ignored her, and turned a venomous eye on his betrothed. The latter took from his pocket
a small note-book and pencil. She went from
period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music
were equally balanced. ‘Which presupposes that
she needs to hide at all. There was
still in his heart that fierce anger which demands physical expression; but he had
to consider Ruth in all phases.
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