He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. It had been intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to injury. I don’t see that men need bank it with the women. He was now within a foot of the bar, and introducing himself into the hole, speedily worked his way to it. “I believe,” he said slowly, “that I shall do best to throw myself upon your consideration and tell you the truth. ’ As a matter of fact, I am not. “I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is not a good place for her. When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was talismanic. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him.
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