Whatever he did, she was bound to scream. In the presence of the husband of his mistress Rollo was always dignifiedly cheerful, but he never leaped or cavorted as he did when alone with Ruth. She began to think persistently of Capes, and it seemed to her now that for some weeks at least she must have been thinking persistently of him unawares. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. Her specialty is the central thing in life, it is life itself, the warmth of life, sex—and love. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself. We shall have him on his return. You’re a good friend.
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