There was still the pity of understanding in Ruth's eyes. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. . You can if you will. He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open. . The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment.
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