He looked melancholy enough, it is true. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. Day after day for a measured hour in the lecture-theatre, with elaborate power and patience, Russell pieced together difficulty and suggestion, instance and counter-instance, in the elaborate construction of the family tree of life. He was astonished. “You certainly got him in the bag. Oh, cuss it!” “Eh?” “He said I would. ‘Because I’m a female,’ declared Lucilla unanswerably. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. You seem to want this chap out of Canton. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds.
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