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“I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. It was for ever. ‘Again you seek to interfere in my affairs?’ ‘I did warn you I had every intention of doing so,’ said Gerald. In fine, to marry Ruth (if she would consent) as a punishment for what he had done! To whip his soul so long as he lived, but to let his body go free! To provide for her, to work and dream for her, to be tender and thoughtful and loyal, to shelter and guard her, to become accountable to God for her future. He did not like it, he said, with a significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had done with them. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. She would lure him, as he was an easily tempted child predator who could even more easily be turned into prey. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me. Norris was so frightened that she ordered the postboys to drive back as fast as they could.
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