" Ruth's eyes began to glow. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. It is not every sort of creature needs—these males. “Go on!” she commanded. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. There must be real Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget, who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness? Most of us have witnessed carnivals. It was horrible, but she must do it. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. Perhaps there were experiences she would never confide to any man. "You'll lose no time," said the thief-taker. It would be easy enough for me to write an eloquent letter about something else.
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