Ruth loved him. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. Her voice was weak and flat. Any financial return was inconsiderable against the promise of this psychological treat. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. “Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. I have never wept since that day. Rowland felt himself sinking beneath the powerful grasp of his enemy.
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