She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. Vite, I pray you. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position. God help me. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. ‘And nnever would you have f-found it.
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