The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been. She was not Madame Melusine Valade. “What have I been all this time?” she asked herself, and answered, “Just stark egotism, crude assertion of Ann Veronica, without a modest rag of religion or discipline or respect for authority to cover me!” It seemed to her as though she had at last found the touchstone of conduct. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning. The door opened.
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