“Come upstairs,” she said, “and I will show you your room. I know that you are all my friends, and I know that you all have very good advice to give me. . Of course, he had no idea who I was. By this time Capes’ hair had bleached nearly white, and his skin had become a skin of red copper shot with gold. Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. “I think,” she said, “that I rather like what you have said.
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