Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves. In one hand she carried
a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. ”
She slipped on her cloak and stepped into the hansom with him. ‘You do not try. When she released him he ran down the beach for a stick which he fetched and
laid at her feet. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at
night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret;
that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating
heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings,
a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up,
first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's.
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