It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. His heart hammered in his chest. They then took off their boots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading upon the point of their toes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their weight. They were the only real marriages she had seen clearly. And as she was yet waiting for her tea to come she saw this man again. Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. Their lovemaking became a whole new realm for her as he was experienced as he was subtle. “What do you want to go out here for, Lucy?” He 217 asked. “Thank you—for coming,” he said.
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