Of you, I mean. 8. Answering him was agonizing. 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. Time was moving so fast, she could no longer count the days since Gosse had come to her with his preposterous suggestion at the Coq d’Or, where they were staying and where he had robbed her and left her and Martha to their fate. For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. Sheppard remained dissolved in tears. He uttered a short laugh. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. I’ve paid for you and helped you, and I’m going to conquer you somehow—if I have to break you to do it.
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