She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had driven him back to the old coat. Gerald’s chest tightened. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. “I just came to you and put myself in your hands. It must be my fault that you have not learnt that your husband is the man to come to—at such a time as this. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. "Stay!" interposed Jonathan. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired.
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