He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. She was very pale, but she reminded him more at that minute than at any time of “Alcide” as he had first known her.
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