“I shall not speak,” he said, “now or at any other time. “I’ve fallen in love. The shouts of indignation—the frightful yells now raised baffle description. 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. Her formerly brown hair was dyed a white shade of blonde. So you are Prudence Remenham. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity. Rhea became alarmed that she was about to leave. It was less will than education. He paid the cab, and turned to follow her. Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first time.
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