The slow stars circled on to the moment of their meeting. " The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. It isn’t pretty, but we’re made so. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep. I have had my day; and there were women in it.
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