“I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. He had put himself before the threshold of damnation; for Ruth was now a vestal in the temple. Never had she seemed to him so much like Anna. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. He, who had faced the gale, would have been instantly stifled. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. ‘You have something more to tell me?’ Jack grinned.
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