He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. But he reckoned without his host. ” “I wonder,” he said, a trifle irrelevantly, “what the future has in store for you. Considering his convictions he felt that his remark was a generous one. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. Then a hansom drove up, and his heart gave a great leap. Unbelievable the pranks that she pulled—-you should have told me! I told her to leave you 157 the hell alone or she would be dealing with me next, I dropped a hint about telling her parents about her in detail. ’ ‘Slaughtered with the rest, was she?’ Despite his hatred of the woman who had caused so much grief, the general found he could not rejoice as he wanted to. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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