She struggled against it quite uselessly. She ignored it until it repeated itself. They’ve just got to keep white. But the current rumblings of internal discontent across the Channel were productive of unease in certain quarters. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. And then there came for both of them at least a temporary awakening. Never sent for the shirt. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. “How could I, when your sister sings now at the ‘Unusual’ every night and the name ‘Alcide’ flaunts from every placard in London?” “The likeness between us,” she said, “before I began to disfigure myself with rouge and ill-dressed hair, was remarkable. But a human being who is young and clean, as you are, is apt to ennoble—or explain away. Don’t take revenge on him because I’ve wronged you. 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.
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