All this was the work of a minute. Then the long lashes sank demurely over them. “I said that at the Zoo, and I mean it. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be Capes’ friend. I am bound to admit that I greatly enjoy my altered life. What duty does a girl owe to any one before her father? Obedience to him, that is surely the first law. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. She’s taken my sword. Wild of the circumstance. In fine, to marry Ruth (if she would consent) as a punishment for what he had done! To whip his soul so long as he lived, but to let his body go free! To provide for her, to work and dream for her, to be tender and thoughtful and loyal, to shelter and guard her, to become accountable to God for her future. But I can give it its name now. , like to forget all about it—even their names. Like stealing. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. ’ ‘All the way to England?’ She opened wide eyes.
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