“I feared we might have a fog. ’ ‘But Gérard knows. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say. "Hoity-toity! You owe me sixteen thousand dollars. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. She remembered him as a dull figure, a big man with a belly that was already showing fat under his fine scarlet clothes. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her.
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