" He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot. Living’s just material. There you are, the best client’s chair. "You must not remain here," he said. “I——” The door opened, and the doctor entered softly. She had better escape if she can. "Will he live?" asked Ruth. “Garçon,” he said, “will you ask the gentleman at the next table if he will do me the honour of taking a glass of wine with me. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on two powers—wind and oil. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done— married a girl who was not his equal in anything. You might get faint, but you can fight it. God, we suck.
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