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"
Yes
,
"
she
answered
in
a
low
voice
.
"
But
that
is
not
love
.
"
He
spoke
authoritatively
.
"
I
have
been
in
many
ports
,
but
I
never
knew
a
passing
touch
of
love
until
I
saw
you
that
first
night
.
Do
you
know
,
when
I
said
good
night
and
went
away
,
I
was
almost
arrested
.
"
"
Arrested
?
"
"
Yes
.
The
policeman
thought
I
was
drunk
;
and
I
was
,
too
—
with
love
for
you
.
"
"
But
you
said
we
were
children
,
and
I
said
it
was
impossible
,
for
you
,
and
we
have
strayed
away
from
the
point
.
"
"
I
said
that
I
never
loved
anybody
but
you
,
"
he
replied
.
"
You
are
my
first
,
my
very
first
.
"
"
And
yet
you
have
been
a
sailor
,
"
she
objected
.
"
But
that
doesn
’
t
prevent
me
from
loving
you
the
first
.
"
"
And
there
have
been
women
—
other
women
—
oh
!
"
And
to
Martin
Eden
’
s
supreme
surprise
,
she
burst
into
a
storm
of
tears
that
took
more
kisses
than
one
and
many
caresses
to
drive
away
.
And
all
the
while
there
was
running
through
his
head
Kipling
’
s
line
:
"
And
the
Colonel
’
s
lady
and
Judy
O
’
Grady
are
sisters
under
their
skins
.
"
It
was
true
,
he
decided
;
though
the
novels
he
had
read
had
led
him
to
believe
otherwise
.
His
idea
,
for
which
the
novels
were
responsible
,
had
been
that
only
formal
proposals
obtained
in
the
upper
classes
.
It
was
all
right
enough
,
down
whence
he
had
come
,
for
youths
and
maidens
to
win
each
other
by
contact
;
but
for
the
exalted
personages
up
above
on
the
heights
to
make
love
in
similar
fashion
had
seemed
unthinkable
.
Yet
the
novels
were
wrong
.
Here
was
a
proof
of
it
.
The
same
pressures
and
caresses
,
unaccompanied
by
speech
,
that
were
efficacious
with
the
girls
of
the
working
-
class
,
were
equally
efficacious
with
the
girls
above
the
working
-
class
.
They
were
all
of
the
same
flesh
,
after
all
,
sisters
under
their
skins
;
and
he
might
have
known
as
much
himself
had
he
remembered
his
Spencer
.
As
he
held
Ruth
in
his
arms
and
soothed
her
,
he
took
great
consolation
in
the
thought
that
the
Colonel
’
s
lady
and
Judy
O
’
Grady
were
pretty
much
alike
under
their
skins
.
It
brought
Ruth
closer
to
him
,
made
her
possible
.
Her
dear
flesh
was
as
anybody
’
s
flesh
,
as
his
flesh
.
There
was
no
bar
to
their
marriage
.
Class
difference
was
the
only
difference
,
and
class
was
extrinsic
.
It
could
be
shaken
off
.
A
slave
,
he
had
read
,
had
risen
to
the
Roman
purple
.
That
being
so
,
then
he
could
rise
to
Ruth
.
