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"
But
it
is
not
that
that
I
spoke
about
,
"
her
mother
equivocated
.
"
Have
you
thought
about
him
?
He
is
so
ineligible
in
every
way
,
you
know
,
and
suppose
he
should
come
to
love
you
?
"
"
But
he
does
—
already
,
"
she
cried
.
"
It
was
to
be
expected
,
"
Mrs
.
Morse
said
gently
.
"
How
could
it
be
otherwise
with
any
one
who
knew
you
?
"
"
Olney
hates
me
!
"
she
exclaimed
passionately
.
"
And
I
hate
Olney
.
I
feel
always
like
a
cat
when
he
is
around
.
I
feel
that
I
must
be
nasty
to
him
,
and
even
when
I
don
’
t
happen
to
feel
that
way
,
why
,
he
’
s
nasty
to
me
,
anyway
.
But
I
am
happy
with
Martin
Eden
.
No
one
ever
loved
me
before
—
no
man
,
I
mean
,
in
that
way
.
And
it
is
sweet
to
be
loved
—
that
way
.
You
know
what
I
mean
,
mother
dear
.
It
is
sweet
to
feel
that
you
are
really
and
truly
a
woman
.
"
She
buried
her
face
in
her
mother
’
s
lap
,
sobbing
.
"
You
think
I
am
dreadful
,
I
know
,
but
I
am
honest
,
and
I
tell
you
just
how
I
feel
.
"
Mrs
.
Morse
was
strangely
sad
and
happy
.
Her
child
-
daughter
,
who
was
a
bachelor
of
arts
,
was
gone
;
but
in
her
place
was
a
woman
-
daughter
.
The
experiment
had
succeeded
.
The
strange
void
in
Ruth
’
s
nature
had
been
filled
,
and
filled
without
danger
or
penalty
.
This
rough
sailor
-
fellow
had
been
the
instrument
,
and
,
though
Ruth
did
not
love
him
,
he
had
made
her
conscious
of
her
womanhood
.
"
His
hand
trembles
,
"
Ruth
was
confessing
,
her
face
,
for
shame
’
s
sake
,
still
buried
.
"
It
is
most
amusing
and
ridiculous
,
but
I
feel
sorry
for
him
,
too
.
And
when
his
hands
are
too
trembly
,
and
his
eyes
too
shiny
,
why
,
I
lecture
him
about
his
life
and
the
wrong
way
he
is
going
about
it
to
mend
it
.
But
he
worships
me
,
I
know
.
His
eyes
and
his
hands
do
not
lie
.
And
it
makes
me
feel
grown
-
up
,
the
thought
of
it
,
the
very
thought
of
it
;
and
I
feel
that
I
am
possessed
of
something
that
is
by
rights
my
own
—
that
makes
me
like
the
other
girls
—
and
—
and
young
women
.
And
,
then
,
too
,
I
knew
that
I
was
not
like
them
before
,
and
I
knew
that
it
worried
you
.
You
thought
you
did
not
let
me
know
that
dear
worry
of
yours
,
but
I
did
,
and
I
wanted
to
—
‘
to
make
good
,
’
as
Martin
Eden
says
.
"
It
was
a
holy
hour
for
mother
and
daughter
,
and
their
eyes
were
wet
as
they
talked
on
in
the
twilight
,
Ruth
all
white
innocence
and
frankness
,
her
mother
sympathetic
,
receptive
,
yet
calmly
explaining
and
guiding
.
"
He
is
four
years
younger
than
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
has
no
place
in
the
world
.
He
has
neither
position
nor
salary
.
He
is
impractical
.
Loving
you
,
he
should
,
in
the
name
of
common
sense
,
be
doing
something
that
would
give
him
the
right
to
marry
,
instead
of
paltering
around
with
those
stories
of
his
and
with
childish
dreams
.
Martin
Eden
,
I
am
afraid
,
will
never
grow
up
.
He
does
not
take
to
responsibility
and
a
man
’
s
work
in
the
world
like
your
father
did
,
or
like
all
our
friends
,
Mr
.
Butler
for
one
.
Martin
Eden
,
I
am
afraid
,
will
never
be
a
money
-
earner
.
And
this
world
is
so
ordered
that
money
is
necessary
to
happiness
—
oh
,
no
,
not
these
swollen
fortunes
,
but
enough
of
money
to
permit
of
common
comfort
and
decency
.
He
—
he
has
never
spoken
?
"
"
He
has
not
breathed
a
word
.
He
has
not
attempted
to
;
but
if
he
did
,
I
would
not
let
him
,
because
,
you
see
,
I
do
not
love
him
.
"
"
I
am
glad
of
that
.
I
should
not
care
to
see
my
daughter
,
my
one
daughter
,
who
is
so
clean
and
pure
,
love
a
man
like
him
.
There
are
noble
men
in
the
world
who
are
clean
and
true
and
manly
.
Wait
for
them
.
You
will
find
one
some
day
,
and
you
will
love
him
and
be
loved
by
him
,
and
you
will
be
happy
with
him
as
your
father
and
I
have
been
happy
with
each
other
.
And
there
is
one
thing
you
must
always
carry
in
mind
—
"
