To tell Ruth anything, it would be necessary to tell her
everything; and I cannot and you must not. She thought of him as
always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and
service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an
infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. Anything. Stanley, with an imperious gesture, “to come in here. When she slipped off of it her head started to bob,
filled with air. But it sounds too
real to be imagined. ‘What is it?’
‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’
‘You can leave the young lady to me. Without you, we might have had some trouble. Ruth's
emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would
always be happy because he would always be needing her.
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