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And
when
he
answered
,
he
told
her
recklessly
that
he
had
not
been
to
see
her
because
his
best
clothes
were
in
pawn
.
He
told
her
that
he
had
been
sick
,
but
was
once
more
nearly
well
,
and
that
inside
ten
days
or
two
weeks
(
as
soon
as
a
letter
could
travel
to
New
York
City
and
return
)
he
would
redeem
his
clothes
and
be
with
her
.
But
Ruth
did
not
care
to
wait
ten
days
or
two
weeks
.
Besides
,
her
lover
was
sick
.
The
next
afternoon
,
accompanied
by
Arthur
,
she
arrived
in
the
Morse
carriage
,
to
the
unqualified
delight
of
the
Silva
tribe
and
of
all
the
urchins
on
the
street
,
and
to
the
consternation
of
Maria
.
She
boxed
the
ears
of
the
Silvas
who
crowded
about
the
visitors
on
the
tiny
front
porch
,
and
in
more
than
usual
atrocious
English
tried
to
apologize
for
her
appearance
.
Sleeves
rolled
up
from
soap
-
flecked
arms
and
a
wet
gunny
-
sack
around
her
waist
told
of
the
task
at
which
she
had
been
caught
.
So
flustered
was
she
by
two
such
grand
young
people
asking
for
her
lodger
,
that
she
forgot
to
invite
them
to
sit
down
in
the
little
parlor
.
To
enter
Martin
’
s
room
,
they
passed
through
the
kitchen
,
warm
and
moist
and
steamy
from
the
big
washing
in
progress
.
Maria
,
in
her
excitement
,
jammed
the
bedroom
and
bedroom
-
closet
doors
together
,
and
for
five
minutes
,
through
the
partly
open
door
,
clouds
of
steam
,
smelling
of
soap
-
suds
and
dirt
,
poured
into
the
sick
chamber
.
Ruth
succeeded
in
veering
right
and
left
and
right
again
,
and
in
running
the
narrow
passage
between
table
and
bed
to
Martin
’
s
side
;
but
Arthur
veered
too
wide
and
fetched
up
with
clatter
and
bang
of
pots
and
pans
in
the
corner
where
Martin
did
his
cooking
.
Arthur
did
not
linger
long
.
Ruth
occupied
the
only
chair
,
and
having
done
his
duty
,
he
went
outside
and
stood
by
the
gate
,
the
centre
of
seven
marvelling
Silvas
,
who
watched
him
as
they
would
have
watched
a
curiosity
in
a
side
-
show
.
All
about
the
carriage
were
gathered
the
children
from
a
dozen
blocks
,
waiting
and
eager
for
some
tragic
and
terrible
dénouement
.
Carriages
were
seen
on
their
street
only
for
weddings
and
funerals
.
Here
was
neither
marriage
nor
death
:
therefore
,
it
was
something
transcending
experience
and
well
worth
waiting
for
.
Martin
had
been
wild
to
see
Ruth
.
His
was
essentially
a
love
-
nature
,
and
he
possessed
more
than
the
average
man
’
s
need
for
sympathy
.
He
was
starving
for
sympathy
,
which
,
with
him
,
meant
intelligent
understanding
;
and
he
had
yet
to
learn
that
Ruth
’
s
sympathy
was
largely
sentimental
and
tactful
,
and
that
it
proceeded
from
gentleness
of
nature
rather
than
from
understanding
of
the
objects
of
her
sympathy
.
So
it
was
while
Martin
held
her
hand
and
gladly
talked
,
that
her
love
for
him
prompted
her
to
press
his
hand
in
return
,
and
that
her
eyes
were
moist
and
luminous
at
sight
of
his
helplessness
and
of
the
marks
suffering
had
stamped
upon
his
face
.
But
while
he
told
her
of
his
two
acceptances
,
of
his
despair
when
he
received
the
one
from
the
Transcontinental
,
and
of
the
corresponding
delight
with
which
he
received
the
one
from
the
White
Mouse
,
she
did
not
follow
him
.
She
heard
the
words
he
uttered
and
understood
their
literal
import
,
but
she
was
not
with
him
in
his
despair
and
his
delight
.
She
could
not
get
out
of
herself
.
She
was
not
interested
in
selling
stories
to
magazines
.
What
was
important
to
her
was
matrimony
.
She
was
not
aware
of
it
,
however
,
any
more
than
she
was
aware
that
her
desire
that
Martin
take
a
position
was
the
instinctive
and
preparative
impulse
of
motherhood
.
She
would
have
blushed
had
she
been
told
as
much
in
plain
,
set
terms
,
and
next
,
she
might
have
grown
indignant
and
asserted
that
her
sole
interest
lay
in
the
man
she
loved
and
her
desire
for
him
to
make
the
best
of
himself
.
So
,
while
Martin
poured
out
his
heart
to
her
,
elated
with
the
first
success
his
chosen
work
in
the
world
had
received
,
she
paid
heed
to
his
bare
words
only
,
gazing
now
and
again
about
the
room
,
shocked
by
what
she
saw
.
For
the
first
time
Ruth
gazed
upon
the
sordid
face
of
poverty
.
Starving
lovers
had
always
seemed
romantic
to
her
,
—
but
she
had
had
no
idea
how
starving
lovers
lived
.
She
had
never
dreamed
it
could
be
like
this
.
Ever
her
gaze
shifted
from
the
room
to
him
and
back
again
.
The
steamy
smell
of
dirty
clothes
,
which
had
entered
with
her
from
the
kitchen
,
was
sickening
.
Martin
must
be
soaked
with
it
,
Ruth
concluded
,
if
that
awful
woman
washed
frequently
.
Such
was
the
contagiousness
of
degradation
.
When
she
looked
at
Martin
,
she
seemed
to
see
the
smirch
left
upon
him
by
his
surroundings
.
She
had
never
seen
him
unshaven
,
and
the
three
days
’
growth
of
beard
on
his
face
was
repulsive
to
her
.
Not
alone
did
it
give
him
the
same
dark
and
murky
aspect
of
the
Silva
house
,
inside
and
out
,
but
it
seemed
to
emphasize
that
animal
-
like
strength
of
his
which
she
detested
.
And
here
he
was
,
being
confirmed
in
his
madness
by
the
two
acceptances
he
took
such
pride
in
telling
her
about
.
A
little
longer
and
he
would
have
surrendered
and
gone
to
work
.
Now
he
would
continue
on
in
this
horrible
house
,
writing
and
starving
for
a
few
more
months
.
"
What
is
that
smell
?
"
she
asked
suddenly
.
"
Some
of
Maria
’
s
washing
smells
,
I
imagine
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
I
am
growing
quite
accustomed
to
them
.
"
