” Her words were slurred
with sleep. Kneebone—she was too well acquainted; having, more than once, been obliged
to repel his advances; and, though his impertinence would have given her little
concern at another season, it now added considerably to her distraction. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently thereafter he purposely
crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb. Lucy looked
at her with a small measure of pity. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. This also struck her as odd. She felt his crotch through his jeans. "
But Thames was not to be deterred from his purpose; and the strife might have
terminated seriously, if a peace-maker had not appeared in the shape of little
Winifred, who, alarmed by the noise, rushed suddenly into the room. She could
smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the
pitiful understand. She
had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an
illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter
it. ”
He was a little uneasy. Dear me! if there isn't his knock. “It—it—must come,” she faltered.
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