But he dismissed that because then she would ask her lover and not him all these things. A young man was playing the banjo. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. Good looks, with a melancholy cast, always drew sentimental females. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. But his lips were honourlocked. But I must—I ought—” “I MUST talk about this. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. He put an arm around her.
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