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It
wouldn
’
t
do
any
harm
to
try
it
,
he
decided
,
by
the
time
they
had
reached
the
sidewalk
;
and
he
swung
behind
Ruth
and
took
up
his
station
on
the
outside
.
Then
the
other
problem
presented
itself
.
Should
he
offer
her
his
arm
?
He
had
never
offered
anybody
his
arm
in
his
life
.
The
girls
he
had
known
never
took
the
fellows
’
arms
.
For
the
first
several
times
they
walked
freely
,
side
by
side
,
and
after
that
it
was
arms
around
the
waists
,
and
heads
against
the
fellows
’
shoulders
where
the
streets
were
unlighted
.
But
this
was
different
.
She
wasn
’
t
that
kind
of
a
girl
.
He
must
do
something
.
He
crooked
the
arm
next
to
her
—
crooked
it
very
slightly
and
with
secret
tentativeness
,
not
invitingly
,
but
just
casually
,
as
though
he
was
accustomed
to
walk
that
way
.
And
then
the
wonderful
thing
happened
.
He
felt
her
hand
upon
his
arm
.
Delicious
thrills
ran
through
him
at
the
contact
,
and
for
a
few
sweet
moments
it
seemed
that
he
had
left
the
solid
earth
and
was
flying
with
her
through
the
air
.
But
he
was
soon
back
again
,
perturbed
by
a
new
complication
.
They
were
crossing
the
street
.
This
would
put
him
on
the
inside
.
He
should
be
on
the
outside
.
Should
he
therefore
drop
her
arm
and
change
over
?
And
if
he
did
so
,
would
he
have
to
repeat
the
manoeuvre
the
next
time
?
And
the
next
?
There
was
something
wrong
about
it
,
and
he
resolved
not
to
caper
about
and
play
the
fool
.
Yet
he
was
not
satisfied
with
his
conclusion
,
and
when
he
found
himself
on
the
inside
,
he
talked
quickly
and
earnestly
,
making
a
show
of
being
carried
away
by
what
he
was
saying
,
so
that
,
in
case
he
was
wrong
in
not
changing
sides
,
his
enthusiasm
would
seem
the
cause
for
his
carelessness
.
As
they
crossed
Broadway
,
he
came
face
to
face
with
a
new
problem
.
In
the
blaze
of
the
electric
lights
,
he
saw
Lizzie
Connolly
and
her
giggly
friend
.
Only
for
an
instant
he
hesitated
,
then
his
hand
went
up
and
his
hat
came
off
.
He
could
not
be
disloyal
to
his
kind
,
and
it
was
to
more
than
Lizzie
Connolly
that
his
hat
was
lifted
.
She
nodded
and
looked
at
him
boldly
,
not
with
soft
and
gentle
eyes
like
Ruth
’
s
,
but
with
eyes
that
were
handsome
and
hard
,
and
that
swept
on
past
him
to
Ruth
and
itemized
her
face
and
dress
and
station
.
And
he
was
aware
that
Ruth
looked
,
too
,
with
quick
eyes
that
were
timid
and
mild
as
a
dove
’
s
,
but
which
saw
,
in
a
look
that
was
a
flutter
on
and
past
,
the
working
-
class
girl
in
her
cheap
finery
and
under
the
strange
hat
that
all
working
-
class
girls
were
wearing
just
then
.
"
What
a
pretty
girl
!
"
Ruth
said
a
moment
later
.
Martin
could
have
blessed
her
,
though
he
said
:
-
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
guess
it
’
s
all
a
matter
of
personal
taste
,
but
she
doesn
’
t
strike
me
as
being
particularly
pretty
.
"
"
Why
,
there
isn
’
t
one
woman
in
ten
thousand
with
features
as
regular
as
hers
.
They
are
splendid
.
Her
face
is
as
clear
-
cut
as
a
cameo
.
And
her
eyes
are
beautiful
.
"
"
Do
you
think
so
?
"
Martin
queried
absently
,
for
to
him
there
was
only
one
beautiful
woman
in
the
world
,
and
she
was
beside
him
,
her
hand
upon
his
arm
.
"
Do
I
think
so
?
If
that
girl
had
proper
opportunity
to
dress
,
Mr
.
Eden
,
and
if
she
were
taught
how
to
carry
herself
,
you
would
be
fairly
dazzled
by
her
,
and
so
would
all
men
.
"
