He’s waiting. It has been only the sort of nonsense which passes lightly enough between half the men and women in London. Living, he knew that he would never send that letter. ‘Hates doing the pretty. “Perhaps. Love … to take her in his arms and to comfort her: and then to add to her cup of bitterness the knowledge that her husband was a thief! For himself he did not care; God could continue to grind and pulverize him; but to add another grain to the evil he had already wrought upon Ruth was unthinkable. He remembered also, all at once, the very first words he had heard her speak: “I was not born to this. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness.
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