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He
walked
on
beside
her
,
reflecting
.
"
I
’
d
give
anything
to
see
you
get
over
it
,
"
she
broke
out
impulsively
.
"
You
ought
to
care
when
women
look
at
you
that
way
,
a
man
like
you
.
It
’
s
not
natural
.
It
’
s
all
right
enough
for
sissy
-
boys
.
But
you
ain
’
t
made
that
way
.
So
help
me
,
I
’
d
be
willing
an
’
glad
if
the
right
woman
came
along
an
’
made
you
care
.
"
When
he
left
Lizzie
at
night
school
,
he
returned
to
the
Metropole
.
Once
in
his
rooms
,
he
dropped
into
a
Morris
chair
and
sat
staring
straight
before
him
.
He
did
not
doze
.
Nor
did
he
think
.
His
mind
was
a
blank
,
save
for
the
intervals
when
unsummoned
memory
pictures
took
form
and
color
and
radiance
just
under
his
eyelids
.
He
saw
these
pictures
,
but
he
was
scarcely
conscious
of
them
—
no
more
so
than
if
they
had
been
dreams
.
Yet
he
was
not
asleep
.
Once
,
he
roused
himself
and
glanced
at
his
watch
.
It
was
just
eight
o
’
clock
.
He
had
nothing
to
do
,
and
it
was
too
early
for
bed
.
Then
his
mind
went
blank
again
,
and
the
pictures
began
to
form
and
vanish
under
his
eyelids
.
There
was
nothing
distinctive
about
the
pictures
.
They
were
always
masses
of
leaves
and
shrub
-
like
branches
shot
through
with
hot
sunshine
.
A
knock
at
the
door
aroused
him
.
He
was
not
asleep
,
and
his
mind
immediately
connected
the
knock
with
a
telegram
,
or
letter
,
or
perhaps
one
of
the
servants
bringing
back
clean
clothes
from
the
laundry
.
He
was
thinking
about
Joe
and
wondering
where
he
was
,
as
he
said
,
"
Come
in
.
"
He
was
still
thinking
about
Joe
,
and
did
not
turn
toward
the
door
.
He
heard
it
close
softly
.
There
was
a
long
silence
.
He
forgot
that
there
had
been
a
knock
at
the
door
,
and
was
still
staring
blankly
before
him
when
he
heard
a
woman
’
s
sob
.
It
was
involuntary
,
spasmodic
,
checked
,
and
stifled
—
he
noted
that
as
he
turned
about
.
The
next
instant
he
was
on
his
feet
.
"
Ruth
!
"
he
said
,
amazed
and
bewildered
.
Her
face
was
white
and
strained
.
She
stood
just
inside
the
door
,
one
hand
against
it
for
support
,
the
other
pressed
to
her
side
.
She
extended
both
hands
toward
him
piteously
,
and
started
forward
to
meet
him
.
As
he
caught
her
hands
and
led
her
to
the
Morris
chair
he
noticed
how
cold
they
were
.
He
drew
up
another
chair
and
sat
down
on
the
broad
arm
of
it
.
He
was
too
confused
to
speak
.
In
his
own
mind
his
affair
with
Ruth
was
closed
and
sealed
.
He
felt
much
in
the
same
way
that
he
would
have
felt
had
the
Shelly
Hot
Springs
Laundry
suddenly
invaded
the
Hotel
Metropole
with
a
whole
week
’
s
washing
ready
for
him
to
pitch
into
.
Several
times
he
was
about
to
speak
,
and
each
time
he
hesitated
.
"
No
one
knows
I
am
here
,
"
Ruth
said
in
a
faint
voice
,
with
an
appealing
smile
.
"
What
did
you
say
?
"
He
was
surprised
at
the
sound
of
his
own
voice
.
