She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. Brendon told him the name of a distant restaurant and sprang in by her side. Do not underestimate my power. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest. She let out a wail. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. " "I had to. Pause.
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