Presently she was going through a swaying, noisy crowd, whose faces grinned and stared pitilessly in the light of the electric standards. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors. For you know that I have made up my mind to dig a little way into life single-handed. They are often to be found dashing about secret passages in strange houses, armed to the teeth. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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