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He
did
not
dream
how
ardent
and
masculine
his
gaze
was
,
nor
that
the
warm
flame
of
it
was
affecting
the
alchemy
of
her
spirit
.
Her
penetrative
virginity
exalted
and
disguised
his
own
emotions
,
elevating
his
thoughts
to
a
star
-
cool
chastity
,
and
he
would
have
been
startled
to
learn
that
there
was
that
shining
out
of
his
eyes
,
like
warm
waves
,
that
flowed
through
her
and
kindled
a
kindred
warmth
.
She
was
subtly
perturbed
by
it
,
and
more
than
once
,
though
she
knew
not
why
,
it
disrupted
her
train
of
thought
with
its
delicious
intrusion
and
compelled
her
to
grope
for
the
remainder
of
ideas
partly
uttered
.
Speech
was
always
easy
with
her
,
and
these
interruptions
would
have
puzzled
her
had
she
not
decided
that
it
was
because
he
was
a
remarkable
type
.
She
was
very
sensitive
to
impressions
,
and
it
was
not
strange
,
after
all
,
that
this
aura
of
a
traveller
from
another
world
should
so
affect
her
.
The
problem
in
the
background
of
her
consciousness
was
how
to
help
him
,
and
she
turned
the
conversation
in
that
direction
;
but
it
was
Martin
who
came
to
the
point
first
.
"
I
wonder
if
I
can
get
some
advice
from
you
,
"
he
began
,
and
received
an
acquiescence
of
willingness
that
made
his
heart
bound
.
"
You
remember
the
other
time
I
was
here
I
said
I
couldn
’
t
talk
about
books
an
’
things
because
I
didn
’
t
know
how
?
Well
,
I
’
ve
ben
doin
’
a
lot
of
thinkin
’
ever
since
.
I
’
ve
ben
to
the
library
a
whole
lot
,
but
most
of
the
books
I
’
ve
tackled
have
ben
over
my
head
.
Mebbe
I
’
d
better
begin
at
the
beginnin
’
.
I
ain
’
t
never
had
no
advantages
.
I
’
ve
worked
pretty
hard
ever
since
I
was
a
kid
,
an
’
since
I
’
ve
ben
to
the
library
,
lookin
’
with
new
eyes
at
books
—
an
’
lookin
’
at
new
books
,
too
—
I
’
ve
just
about
concluded
that
I
ain
’
t
ben
reading
the
right
kind
.
You
know
the
books
you
find
in
cattle
-
camps
an
’
fo
’
c
’
s
’
ls
ain
’
t
the
same
you
’
ve
got
in
this
house
,
for
instance
.
Well
,
that
’
s
the
sort
of
readin
’
matter
I
’
ve
ben
accustomed
to
.
And
yet
—
an
’
I
ain
’
t
just
makin
’
a
brag
of
it
—
I
’
ve
ben
different
from
the
people
I
’
ve
herded
with
.
Not
that
I
’
m
any
better
than
the
sailors
an
’
cow
-
punchers
I
travelled
with
,
—
I
was
cow
-
punchin
’
for
a
short
time
,
you
know
,
—
but
I
always
liked
books
,
read
everything
I
could
lay
hands
on
,
an
’
—
well
,
I
guess
I
think
differently
from
most
of
’
em
.
"
Now
,
to
come
to
what
I
’
m
drivin
’
at
.
I
was
never
inside
a
house
like
this
.
When
I
come
a
week
ago
,
an
’
saw
all
this
,
an
’
you
,
an
’
your
mother
,
an
’
brothers
,
an
’
everything
—
well
,
I
liked
it
.
I
’
d
heard
about
such
things
an
’
read
about
such
things
in
some
of
the
books
,
an
’
when
I
looked
around
at
your
house
,
why
,
the
books
come
true
.
But
the
thing
I
’
m
after
is
I
liked
it
.
I
wanted
it
.
I
want
it
now
.
I
want
to
breathe
air
like
you
get
in
this
house
—
air
that
is
filled
with
books
,
and
pictures
,
and
beautiful
things
,
where
people
talk
in
low
voices
an
’
are
clean
,
an
’
their
thoughts
are
clean
.
The
air
I
always
breathed
was
mixed
up
with
grub
an
’
house
-
rent
an
’
scrappin
’
an
booze
an
’
that
’
s
all
they
talked
about
,
too
.
Why
,
when
you
was
crossin
’
the
room
to
kiss
your
mother
,
I
thought
it
was
the
most
beautiful
thing
I
ever
seen
.
I
’
ve
seen
a
whole
lot
of
life
,
an
’
somehow
I
’
ve
seen
a
whole
lot
more
of
it
than
most
of
them
that
was
with
me
.
I
like
to
see
,
an
’
I
want
to
see
more
,
an
’
I
want
to
see
it
different
.
"
But
I
ain
’
t
got
to
the
point
yet
.
Here
it
is
.
I
want
to
make
my
way
to
the
kind
of
life
you
have
in
this
house
.
There
’
s
more
in
life
than
booze
,
an
’
hard
work
,
an
’
knockin
’
about
.
Now
,
how
am
I
goin
’
to
get
it
?
Where
do
I
take
hold
an
’
begin
?
I
’
m
willin
’
to
work
my
passage
,
you
know
,
an
’
I
can
make
most
men
sick
when
it
comes
to
hard
work
.
Once
I
get
started
,
I
’
ll
work
night
an
’
day
.
Mebbe
you
think
it
’
s
funny
,
me
askin
’
you
about
all
this
.
I
know
you
’
re
the
last
person
in
the
world
I
ought
to
ask
,
but
I
don
’
t
know
anybody
else
I
could
ask
—
unless
it
’
s
Arthur
.
Mebbe
I
ought
to
ask
him
.
If
I
was
—
"
His
voice
died
away
.
His
firmly
planned
intention
had
come
to
a
halt
on
the
verge
of
the
horrible
probability
that
he
should
have
asked
Arthur
and
that
he
had
made
a
fool
of
himself
.
Ruth
did
not
speak
immediately
.
She
was
too
absorbed
in
striving
to
reconcile
the
stumbling
,
uncouth
speech
and
its
simplicity
of
thought
with
what
she
saw
in
his
face
.
She
had
never
looked
in
eyes
that
expressed
greater
power
.
Here
was
a
man
who
could
do
anything
,
was
the
message
she
read
there
,
and
it
accorded
ill
with
the
weakness
of
his
spoken
thought
.
And
for
that
matter
so
complex
and
quick
was
her
own
mind
that
she
did
not
have
a
just
appreciation
of
simplicity
.
And
yet
she
had
caught
an
impression
of
power
in
the
very
groping
of
this
mind
.
It
had
seemed
to
her
like
a
giant
writhing
and
straining
at
the
bonds
that
held
him
down
.
Her
face
was
all
sympathy
when
she
did
speak
.
"
What
you
need
,
you
realize
yourself
,
and
it
is
education
.
You
should
go
back
and
finish
grammar
school
,
and
then
go
through
to
high
school
and
university
.
"
"
But
that
takes
money
,
"
he
interrupted
.
