She rested her head upon his shoulder. "Done!" cried Shotbolt. But as the mystery which surrounded Ruth fell away that which enveloped her father thickened. “Hold on, she’s right here. "Is this a season to speak on such a subject?" "Perhaps not," rejoined the woollen-draper; "but the uncontrollable violence of my passion must plead my excuse. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. Oh, to face facts! Gods! what a world it might be if people faced facts! Understanding! Understanding! There is no other salvation. But I see now. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. But did any woman get anything better from a man? Perhaps every woman conceals herself from a man perforce!.
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