”
She shook her head. When I have traversed the streets a houseless wanderer,
driven with curses from every door where I have solicited alms, and with blows
from every gateway where I have sought shelter,—when I have crept into some
deserted building, and stretched my wearied limbs upon a bulk, in the vain hope
of repose,—or, worse than all, when, frenzied with want, I have yielded to
horrible temptation, and earned a meal in the only way I could earn one,—when
I have felt, at times like these, my heart sink within me, I have drank of this
drink, and have at once forgotten my cares, my poverty, my guilt. She watched, puzzled, as her cavalier frowned at the newcomer, glancing
from him to Melusine and back again. She went to the post-office and drew out and sent off her money to Ramage. . Ruth's
emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would
always be happy because he would always be needing her. Free! All the fine ecstasy, without the numbing
terror. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying
skiff. Maybe half a
year, counting this summer. Chapter VI
A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION
The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly
through his gold eye-glasses. She was honest again. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said.
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