He was into the passage in time to see her slip into another chamber at the end. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts. She could not say to Michelle that the Vorsack house had more than just a little tinge of “bad”. These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. He dressed mechanically; so many moves this way, so many moves that. Oh, to face facts! Gods! what a world it might be if people faced facts! Understanding! Understanding! There is no other salvation. Lives by his wits and gambling.
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