There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the
sort. She was
to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand
Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine
linens, a small book of poetry. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she
had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. Brendon. Good and Evil. She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable
conclusions. The joke of it is that he’s married to her now, and cuts me dead. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet;
from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. "
And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. “I’m going to talk of indifferent themes,” said Ramage, a little fussily, “until
these interruptions of the service are over. “What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly.
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