It rather astonished him. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. ‘It is imbecile that you are. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. There was a girlfriend who was mentally ill. She was very greatly exercised by the two systems of values—the two series of explanations that her comparative anatomy on the one hand and her sense of beauty on the other, set going in her thoughts. No one will ever love you as I love you now. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences.
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