For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up
to and down from it. She even touched lightly on her father’s unreasonableness. 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. She was alone, and the mask of her
unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. On examining his pockets, he found about twenty guineas in gold, and some
silver.
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