He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. ‘Wait! At least tell me where I can find you. I had no idea!” She sat down abruptly and threw her wrists limply upon the table. The roofs and gables of many of the houses had been torn off. “How would you know?” Michelle’s interest was piqued. If he had nothing to tell her, she had nothing to ask. I felt—I felt living in a masked world. Enschede, to have starved his heart as well as Ruth's because, having laid a curse, he knew not how to turn aside from it! How easily he might have forgotten the unworthy mother in the love of the child! And this day to hear her voice lifted in a quality of anathema.
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