‘You don’t mean to say she’s here?’ ‘Was,’ Gerald corrected. It was obvious that he had waited for her. To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. She saw his purpose and his doubt hesitated also, and then went to him, took his coat lapels, and kissed him on the cheek. The little old lady struck like a projectile upon the resounding chest of the foremost of these, and then Ann Veronica had got past and was ascending the steps. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness. From time to time, however, he was baffled. "Mother—dear mother! Once again, I beseech you to listen to me. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief.
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