So she said: “I won’t come home. " "Mr. Lucy? Come 177 on out. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. " "Wrong? What the devil could be wrong?" McClintock had demanded, irascibly. Rather a magniloquent term, perhaps, but what else am I to say? One of these is that the most absolutely selfish thing in the world is to give way to depression, to think of one’s troubles at all except of how to overcome them. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy.
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