As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. He was going to tell me something— and he shut up. ” She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to: “What’s the good of pretending? “I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of and indifferent to her proceedings. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. ” “It isn’t that you’re splendid or I,” said Capes. "Ruth?" he called. "Do you know what you are talking about, Mrs.
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