‘Oh my God,’ uttered Gerald in some dismay. "What's become of Ruth?" "Gone to her room. At last he took up his thoughts again: “I wonder if, some day, one won’t need to rebel against customs and laws? If this discord will have gone? Some day, perhaps—who knows?—the old won’t coddle and hamper the young, and the young won’t need to fly in the faces of the old. . ” “And yet,” he murmured, “one of the greatest of our writers has declared that the true spirit of Bohemianism is denied to your sex. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. " "Almighty God! is this possible?" exclaimed Thames. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. " "I'll tell you what. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind.
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