\" She opened the front
door with her keys, stepping inside. Her thoughts were deflected from Vivie Warren by the peculiar behavior of a
middle-aged gentleman in Piccadilly. Blueskin, you are a true friend. He waved a hand toward the
sea. "
"At any rate, I won, for he went away. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’
‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of
the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. “There is someone in my rooms,” Anna said. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. Fear
nothing. Day after day for a measured hour in the lecture-theatre, with elaborate power
and patience, Russell pieced together difficulty and suggestion, instance and
counter-instance, in the elaborate construction of the family tree of life. She forgot Anna’s
sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened
upon her sister’s shoulders. "You base ingrate," she
added, in a whisper, as she flounced past Mr.
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