” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. I will shed no more blood. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. He walked unsteadily towards the door. Paris looms behind—a tragedy of strange recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all others beside her seem plain or vulgar. He would teach her all he knew of life so that if the Hand should ever reach his shoulder, she would be able to defend herself. " "To be sure! Nothing entertains me so much. " Further remonstrance, however, was cut short by the sudden entrance of Mrs. . So was I, in fact.
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