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"
Then
we
’
ll
have
to
get
rid
of
him
.
"
Mr
.
Morse
spoke
briskly
,
in
matter
-
of
-
fact
,
businesslike
tones
.
But
his
wife
shook
her
head
.
"
It
will
not
be
necessary
.
Ruth
says
he
is
going
to
sea
in
a
few
days
.
When
he
comes
back
,
she
will
not
be
here
.
We
will
send
her
to
Aunt
Clara
’
s
.
And
,
besides
,
a
year
in
the
East
,
with
the
change
in
climate
,
people
,
ideas
,
and
everything
,
is
just
the
thing
she
needs
.
"
The
desire
to
write
was
stirring
in
Martin
once
more
.
Stories
and
poems
were
springing
into
spontaneous
creation
in
his
brain
,
and
he
made
notes
of
them
against
the
future
time
when
he
would
give
them
expression
.
But
he
did
not
write
.
This
was
his
little
vacation
;
he
had
resolved
to
devote
it
to
rest
and
love
,
and
in
both
matters
he
prospered
.
He
was
soon
spilling
over
with
vitality
,
and
each
day
he
saw
Ruth
,
at
the
moment
of
meeting
,
she
experienced
the
old
shock
of
his
strength
and
health
.
"
Be
careful
,
"
her
mother
warned
her
once
again
.
"
I
am
afraid
you
are
seeing
too
much
of
Martin
Eden
.
"
But
Ruth
laughed
from
security
.
She
was
sure
of
herself
,
and
in
a
few
days
he
would
be
off
to
sea
.
Then
,
by
the
time
he
returned
,
she
would
be
away
on
her
visit
East
.
There
was
a
magic
,
however
,
in
the
strength
and
health
of
Martin
.
He
,
too
,
had
been
told
of
her
contemplated
Eastern
trip
,
and
he
felt
the
need
for
haste
.
Yet
he
did
not
know
how
to
make
love
to
a
girl
like
Ruth
.
Then
,
too
,
he
was
handicapped
by
the
possession
of
a
great
fund
of
experience
with
girls
and
women
who
had
been
absolutely
different
from
her
.
They
had
known
about
love
and
life
and
flirtation
,
while
she
knew
nothing
about
such
things
.
Her
prodigious
innocence
appalled
him
,
freezing
on
his
lips
all
ardors
of
speech
,
and
convincing
him
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
of
his
own
unworthiness
.
Also
he
was
handicapped
in
another
way
.
He
had
himself
never
been
in
love
before
.
He
had
liked
women
in
that
turgid
past
of
his
,
and
been
fascinated
by
some
of
them
,
but
he
had
not
known
what
it
was
to
love
them
.
He
had
whistled
in
a
masterful
,
careless
way
,
and
they
had
come
to
him
.
They
had
been
diversions
,
incidents
,
part
of
the
game
men
play
,
but
a
small
part
at
most
.
And
now
,
and
for
the
first
time
,
he
was
a
suppliant
,
tender
and
timid
and
doubting
.
He
did
not
know
the
way
of
love
,
nor
its
speech
,
while
he
was
frightened
at
his
loved
one
’
s
clear
innocence
.
In
the
course
of
getting
acquainted
with
a
varied
world
,
whirling
on
through
the
ever
changing
phases
of
it
,
he
had
learned
a
rule
of
conduct
which
was
to
the
effect
that
when
one
played
a
strange
game
,
he
should
let
the
other
fellow
play
first
.
This
had
stood
him
in
good
stead
a
thousand
times
and
trained
him
as
an
observer
as
well
.
He
knew
how
to
watch
the
thing
that
was
strange
,
and
to
wait
for
a
weakness
,
for
a
place
of
entrance
,
to
divulge
itself
.
It
was
like
sparring
for
an
opening
in
fist
-
fighting
.
And
when
such
an
opening
came
,
he
knew
by
long
experience
to
play
for
it
and
to
play
hard
.
So
he
waited
with
Ruth
and
watched
,
desiring
to
speak
his
love
but
not
daring
.
He
was
afraid
of
shocking
her
,
and
he
was
not
sure
of
himself
.
Had
he
but
known
it
,
he
was
following
the
right
course
with
her
.
Love
came
into
the
world
before
articulate
speech
,
and
in
its
own
early
youth
it
had
learned
ways
and
means
that
it
had
never
forgotten
.
It
was
in
this
old
,
primitive
way
that
Martin
wooed
Ruth
.
He
did
not
know
he
was
doing
it
at
first
,
though
later
he
divined
it
.
The
touch
of
his
hand
on
hers
was
vastly
more
potent
than
any
word
he
could
utter
,
the
impact
of
his
strength
on
her
imagination
was
more
alluring
than
the
printed
poems
and
spoken
passions
of
a
thousand
generations
of
lovers
.
Whatever
his
tongue
could
express
would
have
appealed
,
in
part
,
to
her
judgment
;
but
the
touch
of
hand
,
the
fleeting
contact
,
made
its
way
directly
to
her
instinct
.
Her
judgment
was
as
young
as
she
,
but
her
instincts
were
as
old
as
the
race
and
older
.
They
had
been
young
when
love
was
young
,
and
they
were
wiser
than
convention
and
opinion
and
all
the
new
-
born
things
.
So
her
judgment
did
not
act
.
There
was
no
call
upon
it
,
and
she
did
not
realize
the
strength
of
the
appeal
Martin
made
from
moment
to
moment
to
her
love
-
nature
.
That
he
loved
her
,
on
the
other
hand
,
was
as
clear
as
day
,
and
she
consciously
delighted
in
beholding
his
love
-
manifestations
—
the
glowing
eyes
with
their
tender
lights
,
the
trembling
hands
,
and
the
never
failing
swarthy
flush
that
flooded
darkly
under
his
sunburn
.
She
even
went
farther
,
in
a
timid
way
inciting
him
,
but
doing
it
so
delicately
that
he
never
suspected
,
and
doing
it
half
-
consciously
,
so
that
she
scarcely
suspected
herself
.
She
thrilled
with
these
proofs
of
her
power
that
proclaimed
her
a
woman
,
and
she
took
an
Eve
-
like
delight
in
tormenting
him
and
playing
upon
him
.
Tongue
-
tied
by
inexperience
and
by
excess
of
ardor
,
wooing
unwittingly
and
awkwardly
,
Martin
continued
his
approach
by
contact
.
The
touch
of
his
hand
was
pleasant
to
her
,
and
something
deliciously
more
than
pleasant
.
Martin
did
not
know
it
,
but
he
did
know
that
it
was
not
distasteful
to
her
.
Not
that
they
touched
hands
often
,
save
at
meeting
and
parting
;
but
that
in
handling
the
bicycles
,
in
strapping
on
the
books
of
verse
they
carried
into
the
hills
,
and
in
conning
the
pages
of
books
side
by
side
,
there
were
opportunities
for
hand
to
stray
against
hand
.
And
there
were
opportunities
,
too
,
for
her
hair
to
brush
his
cheek
,
and
for
shoulder
to
touch
shoulder
,
as
they
leaned
together
over
the
beauty
of
the
books
.
She
smiled
to
herself
at
vagrant
impulses
which
arose
from
nowhere
and
suggested
that
she
rumple
his
hair
;
while
he
desired
greatly
,
when
they
tired
of
reading
,
to
rest
his
head
in
her
lap
and
dream
with
closed
eyes
about
the
future
that
was
to
be
theirs
.
On
Sunday
picnics
at
Shellmound
Park
and
Schuetzen
Park
,
in
the
past
,
he
had
rested
his
head
on
many
laps
,
and
,
usually
,
he
had
slept
soundly
and
selfishly
while
the
girls
shaded
his
face
from
the
sun
and
looked
down
and
loved
him
and
wondered
at
his
lordly
carelessness
of
their
love
.
To
rest
his
head
in
a
girl
’
s
lap
had
been
the
easiest
thing
in
the
world
until
now
,
and
now
he
found
Ruth
’
s
lap
inaccessible
and
impossible
.
Yet
it
was
right
here
,
in
his
reticence
,
that
the
strength
of
his
wooing
lay
.
It
was
because
of
this
reticence
that
he
never
alarmed
her
.
Herself
fastidious
and
timid
,
she
never
awakened
to
the
perilous
trend
of
their
intercourse
.
Subtly
and
unaware
she
grew
toward
him
and
closer
to
him
,
while
he
,
sensing
the
growing
closeness
,
longed
to
dare
but
was
afraid
.
