CHAPTER V At dinner the spinsters invited Ruth to sit at their table, an invitation she accepted gratefully. "We're all damaged—we've all got broken pates," cried a dozen voices. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions. " "For an old bachelor?" "A human old bachelor. To-morrow I am going to Paris. They order me to get my man, and I get him. But we can’t help noticing. " "But I never told you how the natives fished. She had now the clear and tranquil expression of one whose mind is made up. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing. I’ve never wanted to get away so much. . Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released.
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