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“They’d better not,” said Hetty. It slipped out—as did that “she”. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike. Poe is all right, if you don't mind nightmares. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. I can’t even make myself care. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. He rose deliberately to his feet and confronted them. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. He passed, and came loitering back and stood beside her, silently looking into her face. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. ” “But Italy—” “Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her shoulder. “It’s a flabby, loose-willed world we have to face. ‘Ah, the tragedy.
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