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Martin
went
to
the
telephone
in
the
corner
of
the
room
,
and
felt
a
wave
of
warmth
rush
through
him
as
he
heard
Ruth
’
s
voice
.
In
his
battle
with
the
sonnet
he
had
forgotten
her
existence
,
and
at
the
sound
of
her
voice
his
love
for
her
smote
him
like
a
sudden
blow
.
And
such
a
voice
!
—
delicate
and
sweet
,
like
a
strain
of
music
heard
far
off
and
faint
,
or
,
better
,
like
a
bell
of
silver
,
a
perfect
tone
,
crystal
-
pure
.
No
mere
woman
had
a
voice
like
that
.
There
was
something
celestial
about
it
,
and
it
came
from
other
worlds
.
He
could
scarcely
hear
what
it
said
,
so
ravished
was
he
,
though
he
controlled
his
face
,
for
he
knew
that
Mr
.
Higginbotham
’
s
ferret
eyes
were
fixed
upon
him
.
It
was
not
much
that
Ruth
wanted
to
say
—
merely
that
Norman
had
been
going
to
take
her
to
a
lecture
that
night
,
but
that
he
had
a
headache
,
and
she
was
so
disappointed
,
and
she
had
the
tickets
,
and
that
if
he
had
no
other
engagement
,
would
he
be
good
enough
to
take
her
?
Would
he
!
He
fought
to
suppress
the
eagerness
in
his
voice
.
It
was
amazing
.
He
had
always
seen
her
in
her
own
house
.
And
he
had
never
dared
to
ask
her
to
go
anywhere
with
him
.
Quite
irrelevantly
,
still
at
the
telephone
and
talking
with
her
,
he
felt
an
overpowering
desire
to
die
for
her
,
and
visions
of
heroic
sacrifice
shaped
and
dissolved
in
his
whirling
brain
.
He
loved
her
so
much
,
so
terribly
,
so
hopelessly
.
In
that
moment
of
mad
happiness
that
she
should
go
out
with
him
,
go
to
a
lecture
with
him
—
with
him
,
Martin
Eden
—
she
soared
so
far
above
him
that
there
seemed
nothing
else
for
him
to
do
than
die
for
her
.
It
was
the
only
fit
way
in
which
he
could
express
the
tremendous
and
lofty
emotion
he
felt
for
her
.
It
was
the
sublime
abnegation
of
true
love
that
comes
to
all
lovers
,
and
it
came
to
him
there
,
at
the
telephone
,
in
a
whirlwind
of
fire
and
glory
;
and
to
die
for
her
,
he
felt
,
was
to
have
lived
and
loved
well
.
And
he
was
only
twenty
-
one
,
and
he
had
never
been
in
love
before
.
His
hand
trembled
as
he
hung
up
the
receiver
,
and
he
was
weak
from
the
organ
which
had
stirred
him
.
His
eyes
were
shining
like
an
angel
’
s
,
and
his
face
was
transfigured
,
purged
of
all
earthly
dross
,
and
pure
and
holy
.
"
Makin
’
dates
outside
,
eh
?
"
his
brother
-
in
-
law
sneered
.
"
You
know
what
that
means
.
You
’
ll
be
in
the
police
court
yet
.
"
But
Martin
could
not
come
down
from
the
height
.
Not
even
the
bestiality
of
the
allusion
could
bring
him
back
to
earth
.
Anger
and
hurt
were
beneath
him
.
He
had
seen
a
great
vision
and
was
as
a
god
,
and
he
could
feel
only
profound
and
awful
pity
for
this
maggot
of
a
man
.
He
did
not
look
at
him
,
and
though
his
eyes
passed
over
him
,
he
did
not
see
him
;
and
as
in
a
dream
he
passed
out
of
the
room
to
dress
.
It
was
not
until
he
had
reached
his
own
room
and
was
tying
his
necktie
that
he
became
aware
of
a
sound
that
lingered
unpleasantly
in
his
ears
.
On
investigating
this
sound
he
identified
it
as
the
final
snort
of
Bernard
Higginbotham
,
which
somehow
had
not
penetrated
to
his
brain
before
.
As
Ruth
’
s
front
door
closed
behind
them
and
he
came
down
the
steps
with
her
,
he
found
himself
greatly
perturbed
.
It
was
not
unalloyed
bliss
,
taking
her
to
the
lecture
.
He
did
not
know
what
he
ought
to
do
.
He
had
seen
,
on
the
streets
,
with
persons
of
her
class
,
that
the
women
took
the
men
’
s
arms
.
But
then
,
again
,
he
had
seen
them
when
they
didn
’
t
;
and
he
wondered
if
it
was
only
in
the
evening
that
arms
were
taken
,
or
only
between
husbands
and
wives
and
relatives
.
Just
before
he
reached
the
sidewalk
,
he
remembered
Minnie
.
Minnie
had
always
been
a
stickler
.
She
had
called
him
down
the
second
time
she
walked
out
with
him
,
because
he
had
gone
along
on
the
inside
,
and
she
had
laid
the
law
down
to
him
that
a
gentleman
always
walked
on
the
outside
—
when
he
was
with
a
lady
.
And
Minnie
had
made
a
practice
of
kicking
his
heels
,
whenever
they
crossed
from
one
side
of
the
street
to
the
other
,
to
remind
him
to
get
over
on
the
outside
.
He
wondered
where
she
had
got
that
item
of
etiquette
,
and
whether
it
had
filtered
down
from
above
and
was
all
right
.
