She held out her hand for it, but Gerald smiled. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. I must practise what I preach. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand.
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