Befuddle yourself, if you want to. The man’s passion became almost unbearable at the thought of losing her. I've been thinking about it ever since morning. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. She would never forget the agony of that first meal in the great dining room. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. “I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause. Then she came a few steps to meet him. I seek chaos, but not out of choice.
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