Why was she noting things like this? Capes seemed selfpossessed and elaborately genial and commonplace, but she knew him to be nervous by a little occasional clumsiness, by the faintest shadow of vulgarity in the urgency of his hospitality. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt. The Dawn Pearl! To be with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him! He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. “I wonder—I wonder if we shall ever get like that. . She attended to that, and then dismissed it as unimportant. ’ ‘Will you indeed? Truly?’ His smile held so much tenderness, she was tempted to surrender at once. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps, though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered about her. “My husband and all his friends are fools, and the life they lead is impossible for me. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed.
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