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"
Some
day
I
shall
write
it
up
—
‘
The
Degradation
of
Toil
’
or
the
‘
Psychology
of
Drink
in
the
Working
-
class
,
’
or
something
like
that
for
a
title
.
"
Never
,
since
the
first
meeting
,
had
they
seemed
so
far
apart
as
that
day
.
His
confession
,
told
in
frankness
,
with
the
spirit
of
revolt
behind
,
had
repelled
her
.
But
she
was
more
shocked
by
the
repulsion
itself
than
by
the
cause
of
it
.
It
pointed
out
to
her
how
near
she
had
drawn
to
him
,
and
once
accepted
,
it
paved
the
way
for
greater
intimacy
.
Pity
,
too
,
was
aroused
,
and
innocent
,
idealistic
thoughts
of
reform
.
She
would
save
this
raw
young
man
who
had
come
so
far
.
She
would
save
him
from
the
curse
of
his
early
environment
,
and
she
would
save
him
from
himself
in
spite
of
himself
.
And
all
this
affected
her
as
a
very
noble
state
of
consciousness
;
nor
did
she
dream
that
behind
it
and
underlying
it
were
the
jealousy
and
desire
of
love
.
They
rode
on
their
wheels
much
in
the
delightful
fall
weather
,
and
out
in
the
hills
they
read
poetry
aloud
,
now
one
and
now
the
other
,
noble
,
uplifting
poetry
that
turned
one
’
s
thoughts
to
higher
things
.
Renunciation
,
sacrifice
,
patience
,
industry
,
and
high
endeavor
were
the
principles
she
thus
indirectly
preached
—
such
abstractions
being
objectified
in
her
mind
by
her
father
,
and
Mr
.
Butler
,
and
by
Andrew
Carnegie
,
who
,
from
a
poor
immigrant
boy
had
arisen
to
be
the
book
-
giver
of
the
world
.
All
of
which
was
appreciated
and
enjoyed
by
Martin
.
He
followed
her
mental
processes
more
clearly
now
,
and
her
soul
was
no
longer
the
sealed
wonder
it
had
been
.
He
was
on
terms
of
intellectual
equality
with
her
.
But
the
points
of
disagreement
did
not
affect
his
love
.
His
love
was
more
ardent
than
ever
,
for
he
loved
her
for
what
she
was
,
and
even
her
physical
frailty
was
an
added
charm
in
his
eyes
.
He
read
of
sickly
Elizabeth
Barrett
,
who
for
years
had
not
placed
her
feet
upon
the
ground
,
until
that
day
of
flame
when
she
eloped
with
Browning
and
stood
upright
,
upon
the
earth
,
under
the
open
sky
;
and
what
Browning
had
done
for
her
,
Martin
decided
he
could
do
for
Ruth
.
But
first
,
she
must
love
him
.
The
rest
would
be
easy
.
He
would
give
her
strength
and
health
.
And
he
caught
glimpses
of
their
life
,
in
the
years
to
come
,
wherein
,
against
a
background
of
work
and
comfort
and
general
well
-
being
,
he
saw
himself
and
Ruth
reading
and
discussing
poetry
,
she
propped
amid
a
multitude
of
cushions
on
the
ground
while
she
read
aloud
to
him
.
This
was
the
key
to
the
life
they
would
live
.
And
always
he
saw
that
particular
picture
.
Sometimes
it
was
she
who
leaned
against
him
while
he
read
,
one
arm
about
her
,
her
head
upon
his
shoulder
.
Sometimes
they
pored
together
over
the
printed
pages
of
beauty
.
Then
,
too
,
she
loved
nature
,
and
with
generous
imagination
he
changed
the
scene
of
their
reading
—
sometimes
they
read
in
closed
-
in
valleys
with
precipitous
walls
,
or
in
high
mountain
meadows
,
and
,
again
,
down
by
the
gray
sand
-
dunes
with
a
wreath
of
billows
at
their
feet
,
or
afar
on
some
volcanic
tropic
isle
where
waterfalls
descended
and
became
mist
,
reaching
the
sea
in
vapor
veils
that
swayed
and
shivered
to
every
vagrant
wisp
of
wind
.
But
always
,
in
the
foreground
,
lords
of
beauty
and
eternally
reading
and
sharing
,
lay
he
and
Ruth
,
and
always
in
the
background
that
was
beyond
the
background
of
nature
,
dim
and
hazy
,
were
work
and
success
and
money
earned
that
made
them
free
of
the
world
and
all
its
treasures
.
"
I
should
recommend
my
little
girl
to
be
careful
,
"
her
mother
warned
her
one
day
.
"
I
know
what
you
mean
.
But
it
is
impossible
.
He
is
not
—
"
Ruth
was
blushing
,
but
it
was
the
blush
of
maidenhood
called
upon
for
the
first
time
to
discuss
the
sacred
things
of
life
with
a
mother
held
equally
sacred
.
"
Your
kind
.
"
Her
mother
finished
the
sentence
for
her
.
Ruth
nodded
.
