And the woollen-draper departed. That was the
wonder of these stories; one lived in them. This one too she read. He made some obvious comments on the wide view warming toward its
autumnal blaze that spread itself in hill and valley, wood and village, below. Women! He is
always chanting the praise of some discovery; sometimes it will be a native,
often a white woman out of the stews. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate
never crossed its threshold. “I wonder,” said Ann Veronica at last, “if I am beautiful? I wonder if I shall
ever shine like a light, like a translucent goddess?—
“I wonder—
“I suppose girls and women have prayed for this, have come to this—In
Babylon, in Nineveh. The old aspect of the place was gone. There’d
only be endless rows if I was at home. "
Ruth walked to the companion. "
"Indeed!" rejoined Sir Rowland, haughtily; "perhaps, you will refresh my
memory as to the time, and place. I've a couple of
kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. She was the High Priestess. Warm life was behind that always, even if it slept. 167
“True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a
child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on
bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad.
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