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That
Ruth
had
little
faith
in
his
power
as
a
writer
,
did
not
alter
her
nor
diminish
her
in
Martin
’
s
eyes
.
In
the
breathing
spell
of
the
vacation
he
had
taken
,
he
had
spent
many
hours
in
self
-
analysis
,
and
thereby
learned
much
of
himself
.
He
had
discovered
that
he
loved
beauty
more
than
fame
,
and
that
what
desire
he
had
for
fame
was
largely
for
Ruth
’
s
sake
.
It
was
for
this
reason
that
his
desire
for
fame
was
strong
.
He
wanted
to
be
great
in
the
world
’
s
eyes
;
"
to
make
good
,
"
as
he
expressed
it
,
in
order
that
the
woman
he
loved
should
be
proud
of
him
and
deem
him
worthy
.
As
for
himself
,
he
loved
beauty
passionately
,
and
the
joy
of
serving
her
was
to
him
sufficient
wage
.
And
more
than
beauty
he
loved
Ruth
.
He
considered
love
the
finest
thing
in
the
world
.
It
was
love
that
had
worked
the
revolution
in
him
,
changing
him
from
an
uncouth
sailor
to
a
student
and
an
artist
;
therefore
,
to
him
,
the
finest
and
greatest
of
the
three
,
greater
than
learning
and
artistry
,
was
love
.
Already
he
had
discovered
that
his
brain
went
beyond
Ruth
’
s
,
just
as
it
went
beyond
the
brains
of
her
brothers
,
or
the
brain
of
her
father
.
In
spite
of
every
advantage
of
university
training
,
and
in
the
face
of
her
bachelorship
of
arts
,
his
power
of
intellect
overshadowed
hers
,
and
his
year
or
so
of
self
-
study
and
equipment
gave
him
a
mastery
of
the
affairs
of
the
world
and
art
and
life
that
she
could
never
hope
to
possess
.
All
this
he
realized
,
but
it
did
not
affect
his
love
for
her
,
nor
her
love
for
him
.
Love
was
too
fine
and
noble
,
and
he
was
too
loyal
a
lover
for
him
to
besmirch
love
with
criticism
.
What
did
love
have
to
do
with
Ruth
’
s
divergent
views
on
art
,
right
conduct
,
the
French
Revolution
,
or
equal
suffrage
?
They
were
mental
processes
,
but
love
was
beyond
reason
;
it
was
superrational
.
He
could
not
belittle
love
.
He
worshipped
it
.
Love
lay
on
the
mountain
-
tops
beyond
the
valley
-
land
of
reason
.
It
was
a
sublimates
condition
of
existence
,
the
topmost
peak
of
living
,
and
it
came
rarely
.
Thanks
to
the
school
of
scientific
philosophers
he
favored
,
he
knew
the
biological
significance
of
love
;
but
by
a
refined
process
of
the
same
scientific
reasoning
he
reached
the
conclusion
that
the
human
organism
achieved
its
highest
purpose
in
love
,
that
love
must
not
be
questioned
,
but
must
be
accepted
as
the
highest
guerdon
of
life
.
Thus
,
he
considered
the
lover
blessed
over
all
creatures
,
and
it
was
a
delight
to
him
to
think
of
"
God
’
s
own
mad
lover
,
"
rising
above
the
things
of
earth
,
above
wealth
and
judgment
,
public
opinion
and
applause
,
rising
above
life
itself
and
"
dying
on
a
kiss
.
"
Much
of
this
Martin
had
already
reasoned
out
,
and
some
of
it
he
reasoned
out
later
.
In
the
meantime
he
worked
,
taking
no
recreation
except
when
he
went
to
see
Ruth
,
and
living
like
a
Spartan
.
He
paid
two
dollars
and
a
half
a
month
rent
for
the
small
room
he
got
from
his
Portuguese
landlady
,
Maria
Silva
,
a
virago
and
a
widow
,
hard
working
and
harsher
tempered
,
rearing
her
large
brood
of
children
somehow
,
and
drowning
her
sorrow
and
fatigue
at
irregular
intervals
in
a
gallon
of
the
thin
,
sour
wine
that
she
bought
from
the
corner
grocery
and
saloon
for
fifteen
cents
.
From
detesting
her
and
her
foul
tongue
at
first
,
Martin
grew
to
admire
her
as
he
observed
the
brave
fight
she
made
.
There
were
but
four
rooms
in
the
little
house
—
three
,
when
Martin
’
s
was
subtracted
.
One
of
these
,
the
parlor
,
gay
with
an
ingrain
carpet
and
dolorous
with
a
funeral
card
and
a
death
-
picture
of
one
of
her
numerous
departed
babes
,
was
kept
strictly
for
company
.
The
blinds
were
always
down
,
and
her
barefooted
tribe
was
never
permitted
to
enter
the
sacred
precinct
save
on
state
occasions
.
She
cooked
,
and
all
ate
,
in
the
kitchen
,
where
she
likewise
washed
,
starched
,
and
ironed
clothes
on
all
days
of
the
week
except
Sunday
;
for
her
income
came
largely
from
taking
in
washing
from
her
more
prosperous
neighbors
.
Remained
the
bedroom
,
small
as
the
one
occupied
by
Martin
,
into
which
she
and
her
seven
little
ones
crowded
and
slept
.
It
was
an
everlasting
miracle
to
Martin
how
it
was
accomplished
,
and
from
her
side
of
the
thin
partition
he
heard
nightly
every
detail
of
the
going
to
bed
,
the
squalls
and
squabbles
,
the
soft
chattering
,
and
the
sleepy
,
twittering
noises
as
of
birds
.
Another
source
of
income
to
Maria
were
her
cows
,
two
of
them
,
which
she
milked
night
and
morning
and
which
gained
a
surreptitious
livelihood
from
vacant
lots
and
the
grass
that
grew
on
either
side
the
public
side
walks
,
attended
always
by
one
or
more
of
her
ragged
boys
,
whose
watchful
guardianship
consisted
chiefly
in
keeping
their
eyes
out
for
the
poundmen
.
In
his
own
small
room
Martin
lived
,
slept
,
studied
,
wrote
,
and
kept
house
.
Before
the
one
window
,
looking
out
on
the
tiny
front
porch
,
was
the
kitchen
table
that
served
as
desk
,
library
,
and
type
-
writing
stand
.
The
bed
,
against
the
rear
wall
,
occupied
two
-
thirds
of
the
total
space
of
the
room
.
The
table
was
flanked
on
one
side
by
a
gaudy
bureau
,
manufactured
for
profit
and
not
for
service
,
the
thin
veneer
of
which
was
shed
day
by
day
.
This
bureau
stood
in
the
corner
,
and
in
the
opposite
corner
,
on
the
table
’
s
other
flank
,
was
the
kitchen
—
the
oil
-
stove
on
a
dry
-
goods
box
,
inside
of
which
were
dishes
and
cooking
utensils
,
a
shelf
on
the
wall
for
provisions
,
and
a
bucket
of
water
on
the
floor
.
Martin
had
to
carry
his
water
from
the
kitchen
sink
,
there
being
no
tap
in
his
room
.
On
days
when
there
was
much
steam
to
his
cooking
,
the
harvest
of
veneer
from
the
bureau
was
unusually
generous
.
Over
the
bed
,
hoisted
by
a
tackle
to
the
ceiling
,
was
his
bicycle
.
At
first
he
had
tried
to
keep
it
in
the
basement
;
but
the
tribe
of
Silva
,
loosening
the
bearings
and
puncturing
the
tires
,
had
driven
him
out
.
Next
he
attempted
the
tiny
front
porch
,
until
a
howling
southeaster
drenched
the
wheel
a
night
-
long
.
Then
he
had
retreated
with
it
to
his
room
and
slung
it
aloft
.
A
small
closet
contained
his
clothes
and
the
books
he
had
accumulated
and
for
which
there
was
no
room
on
the
table
or
under
the
table
.
Hand
in
hand
with
reading
,
he
had
developed
the
habit
of
making
notes
,
and
so
copiously
did
he
make
them
that
there
would
have
been
no
existence
for
him
in
the
confined
quarters
had
he
not
rigged
several
clothes
-
lines
across
the
room
on
which
the
notes
were
hung
.
Even
so
,
he
was
crowded
until
navigating
the
room
was
a
difficult
task
.
He
could
not
open
the
door
without
first
closing
the
closet
door
,
and
vice
versa
.
It
was
impossible
for
him
anywhere
to
traverse
the
room
in
a
straight
line
.
To
go
from
the
door
to
the
head
of
the
bed
was
a
zigzag
course
that
he
was
never
quite
able
to
accomplish
in
the
dark
without
collisions
.
Having
settled
the
difficulty
of
the
conflicting
doors
,
he
had
to
steer
sharply
to
the
right
to
avoid
the
kitchen
.
Next
,
he
sheered
to
the
left
,
to
escape
the
foot
of
the
bed
;
but
this
sheer
,
if
too
generous
,
brought
him
against
the
corner
of
the
table
.
With
a
sudden
twitch
and
lurch
,
he
terminated
the
sheer
and
bore
off
to
the
right
along
a
sort
of
canal
,
one
bank
of
which
was
the
bed
,
the
other
the
table
.
When
the
one
chair
in
the
room
was
at
its
usual
place
before
the
table
,
the
canal
was
unnavigable
.
When
the
chair
was
not
in
use
,
it
reposed
on
top
of
the
bed
,
though
sometimes
he
sat
on
the
chair
when
cooking
,
reading
a
book
while
the
water
boiled
,
and
even
becoming
skilful
enough
to
manage
a
paragraph
or
two
while
steak
was
frying
.
Also
,
so
small
was
the
little
corner
that
constituted
the
kitchen
,
he
was
able
,
sitting
down
,
to
reach
anything
he
needed
.
In
fact
,
it
was
expedient
to
cook
sitting
down
;
standing
up
,
he
was
too
often
in
his
own
way
.
In
conjunction
with
a
perfect
stomach
that
could
digest
anything
,
he
possessed
knowledge
of
the
various
foods
that
were
at
the
same
time
nutritious
and
cheap
.
Pea
-
soup
was
a
common
article
in
his
diet
,
as
well
as
potatoes
and
beans
,
the
latter
large
and
brown
and
cooked
in
Mexican
style
.
Rice
,
cooked
as
American
housewives
never
cook
it
and
can
never
learn
to
cook
it
,
appeared
on
Martin
’
s
table
at
least
once
a
day
.
Dried
fruits
were
less
expensive
than
fresh
,
and
he
had
usually
a
pot
of
them
,
cooked
and
ready
at
hand
,
for
they
took
the
place
of
butter
on
his
bread
.
Occasionally
he
graced
his
table
with
a
piece
of
round
-
steak
,
or
with
a
soup
-
bone
.
Coffee
,
without
cream
or
milk
,
he
had
twice
a
day
,
in
the
evening
substituting
tea
;
but
both
coffee
and
tea
were
excellently
cooked
.
There
was
need
for
him
to
be
economical
.
His
vacation
had
consumed
nearly
all
he
had
earned
in
the
laundry
,
and
he
was
so
far
from
his
market
that
weeks
must
elapse
before
he
could
hope
for
the
first
returns
from
his
hack
-
work
.
Except
at
such
times
as
he
saw
Ruth
,
or
dropped
in
to
see
his
sister
Gertude
,
he
lived
a
recluse
,
in
each
day
accomplishing
at
least
three
days
’
labor
of
ordinary
men
.
He
slept
a
scant
five
hours
,
and
only
one
with
a
constitution
of
iron
could
have
held
himself
down
,
as
Martin
did
,
day
after
day
,
to
nineteen
consecutive
hours
of
toil
.
