"You are Ruth?" "Yes," said Ruth, stirred by anger and bitterness and astonishment. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. That boy was the carpenter's apprentice, Jack Sheppard. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. “I don’t mean simply intensity of sensation. ” He repeated several times that he would trust her, though it remained obscure just exactly where the trust came in. He heard the door close; and in a little while he fell into a doze; and there came a dream filled with broken pictures, each one of which the girl dominated. ’ Too late he saw his error. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. The twenty pounds burned with avidity. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. 181 < 22 > MICHELLE’S STORY The week at school was mostly uneventful save Michelle’s enthusiasm and constant ploys for attention. He leaned towards her, laid his hand tenderly upon hers.
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