She pulled her veil down, and he knew that silence was best. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. Ruth took hers in the sea, but was careful never to go beyond her depth because of the sharks. She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door. She felt pride sashay into her thoughts. In any case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to pool it temporarily with his. But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. 1. She will sail, at early dawn to-morrow, for Rotterdam.
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