The idea of Ruth as a
talisman against misfortune—which he now recognized as a sick man's idea—
faded as his appreciation of the absurd reasserted itself. ’
Melusine shrugged, and crossed to the plain door beside which hung a bell. I tried painting and couldn’t get on. That she was provoked by his
interference was obvious. 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. I married—I
married a woman whom I still think one of the most beautiful persons in the
world. A paralyzing horror was upon her. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should
perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress,
stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be
secured and delivered into the hands of justice. Time wore on somewhat slowly with the
prisoner, who had to control his impatience in the best way he could; but as the
shades of evening were darkening, the door was unlocked, and Mr. . You’re a
far cry from your usual gloomy self these days. That’s what I mean.
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