"Why, this is your writing Dolly, and addressed to Mr. This man was her husband in the eyes of both God and man. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt. Her anger parlayed with her confusion, as she realized that the new marriage was about as optional as the first one and her hunger was growing inside her like a weed. Her eyes seemed to be looking backwards. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle.
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