’ ‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked. Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. Accordingly, he stopped the coach, dismounted, and hastened towards the assemblage, which, he was glad to find, consisted chiefly of a posse of watchmen and other guardians of the night. Then pain entered their depths. He would stare at her intensely when he was certain his parents were not looking in his direction. Silence! Then Anna clutched her companion’s arm. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses. Now I do.
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