’ ‘I will tell you how I make that out,’ Melusine said fiercely. I know who hits hardest. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's. It is impossible. She was writhing to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her right. But his glance roved, to the door through which Ruth had gone, to Enschede's drooping back. A shiver slid down inside her. “You must come home to him at once,” said Miss Stanley. "Ho, no," replied Jack. Which was not to say that ladies were not interested in him. She liked the animated eagerness of his manner. The room was dark and dusty. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel.
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