She studied her form in the full length mirror, assessed 69 her body as one would that of a prize calf, trying to see it through his eyes, through the eyes of desire. Everywhere else—the law, medicine, the Stock Exchange—prejudice bars us. ‘Ah, non,’ exclaimed the husband. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. Upon this island whither he was bound there would be no diversions, breathing spells; the battle would be constant. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. 'Sdeath! what can I have done with it? Oh! here it is," cried Hogarth, picking it from the ground. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered.
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