Pity you aren’t under my command. ” She slipped it on her finger, and added, in a voice she tried to make matter-of-fact: “It was given to me last week. Love … to take her in his arms and to comfort her: and then to add to her cup of bitterness the knowledge that her husband was a thief! For himself he did not care; God could continue to grind and pulverize him; but to add another grain to the evil he had already wrought upon Ruth was unthinkable. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. She was no longer there. Both, perhaps?’ At that, her eyes darkened with fury. I’ve paid for you and helped you, and I’m going to conquer you somehow—if I have to break you to do it. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements. You know how those Russian students do? In Russia.
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