And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. She is the wife now of another man. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. Every movable mirror had been placed here, to discourage vanity, and since no whitewash covered the brocaded purple wallpaper, its pervasive hue gave an added sense of heaviness to the crowded chamber. Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there. What marriage really meant (aside from the idea of escape), Ruth had not the least conception, no more than a child. “I wanted to make love to you.
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