That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. ” “Look here!” said Capes, “what on earth do you want? What do you think we can do? Don’t you know what men are, and what life is?—to come to me and talk to me like this!” “I know—something, anyhow. Capes looked at one and not over one, spoke to one, treated one as a visible concrete fact. Clientèle was of the most transitory character. He reached for her, and she struck savagely. I’ve told you that practically already. Another long interval elapsed. Then instinct took over.
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