With a gesture which was without any kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure on the floor and gave the room number. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. Ruth loved him. Know that I love you, that I will always love you. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. You see, it's like this. Besides, I acted for others, and not for myself. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. The occasion of all this confusion and dismay, meanwhile, remained perfectly motionless; his figure erect, and with somewhat of dignity in his demeanour.
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