He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. Oh, I’ve loved love, dear! I’ve loved love and you, and the glory of you; and the great time is over, and I have to go carefully and bear children, and—take care of my hair—and when I am done with that I shall be an old woman. ‘No. To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. It was such an unexpected stroke of fortune. She was already a little prepared by her discursive reading and discussion under the Widgett influence for ideas and “movements,” though temperamentally perhaps she was rather disposed to resist and criticise than embrace them. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly. Capes looked at one and not over one, spoke to one, treated one as a visible concrete fact. I’m a little tired. During the foregoing occurrences a dead calm prevailed. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine.
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