She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. In the first place, Mrs. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. . Do you think I forget it? Didn't they help themselves to all the plate and the money —to several of my best dresses, and amongst others, to my favourite kincob gown; and I've never been able to get another like it! Marry, come up! I'd hang 'em all, if I could. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. There was nothing in his manner to suggest the misery of the preceding night. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence. This farewell had been particularly distasteful to him. .
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