"'Sblood!" cried Jonathan, who had listened to the foregoing conversation with angry wonder, "I've been nicely done here. I thought then perhaps you didn’t care, that you were like so many of them. Annabel Pellissier was not like the others, he said. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. 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. It’s best. I want to do without that for a time. There was a lot of that, John, a great deal of hunger. ” “Not in the least,” she assured him. The less she lived, in fact, the better.
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