Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. All the talk in the world would not describe Ruth. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. But this calm was more awful than the previous roaring of the blast. “We’re going to be found out someday. ” And to that, through vast rhetorical meanderings, she clung. ‘Comment? What do you wish?’ ‘What the devil do you think you’re up to now, I’d like to know?’ Her eyes flashed. I would have married her long ago, but she will not have me.
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