She stuffed her violin in its case and rushed into the hallway towards John, who stood outside of 118 with his arms crossed. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. “Perhaps one talks nonsense about a woman’s instinct,” she said. There was a dreadful stifled groan, and she fell heavily upon the landing. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. His assistance came too late. To receive him here afterwards would be most repugnant to me. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. With a well-simulated unconcern and a heightened color she finished her breakfast. A little exclamation of surprise escaped Ennison.
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