‘And I wouldn’t be no sort of a man if I’d heard what I heard, and gone off and left you. By the time she was done, the bodies in the bathtub were gathering flies. You come to England, and hide in a secret convent in London. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. Not many years ago, two men, employed on this duty, quarrelled during the night, and in the morning their bodies were found stretched upon the pavement of the yard beneath. I’m not a lovesick boy. She fell into a pleasant dream of positions and work. It is abominable—” “What is the use of keeping up this note of indignation, Ann Veronica? Here I am! I am your lover, burning for you. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation.
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