. 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. Besides, she had
admitted her identity. What an adventure! Of course, you'll bark your shins here
and there and hit your funnybone; but the newness of everything will be
something of a compensation. ”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings. They had not to tarry long.
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