" It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. Whatever you need to do, it is your business. "You cannot understand me, Madam; and it is well you cannot. ’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. When I think of the love you give me—One ought to give you back love. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable.
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