Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence. "Then, the story of his death was false. ” Anna handed her a bracelet she had made out of string and macaroni. She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done— married a girl who was not his equal in anything. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. ” The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. He helped himself to a beer, then a vodka and tonic, then two rum and Cokes. When I learned you were married, I changed my plans. ” “Where is your husband?” Anna asked.
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