\" 66 She commented as more doors slammed. I should like to have had you forgive me. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. Some had the dignity and the aloofness of a rock in the sea; and others were as the polished pebbles on the sands—one saw the difference of pebble from pebble only by close scrutiny. I was certain of it. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. " "It's a queer girl. “You propose, then,” she remarked, “that I shall still be saddled with a pseudo husband. I have come to you for sympathy, perhaps for help.
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