I hate children. ” He took an optimist view of her chances. You get this queer irascible musician quite impossibly and unfortunately in love with a wealthy patroness, and then out of his brain comes THIS, a tapestry of glorious music, setting out love to lovers, lovers who love in spite of all that is wise and respectable and right. ” She shrugged her shoulders. The boy would never know just how lucky he was. He handed Ruth a letter. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. A woman was born to have children, particularly male children. She had found the mausoleum underneath a broken monument.
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