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The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. "I don't know; I really don't know. Maybe it’s his loss. "No prize shall indushe me to enter dat horrid plashe again. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. He told me that he was a millionaire. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. But what would her aunt think of Teddy’s recent off-hand suggestion of marriage? What would she think of the Widgett conversation? Suppose she was to tell her aunt quietly but firmly about the parasitic males of degraded crustacea. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love.
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