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Updated: May 14, 2025
Ruth moved wearily along the broken, tesselated pavement, and paused for a moment before the first flight of stairs. Arnold, taking her stick from her, caught her up in his arms. Her fingers closed around his neck and she gave a little sigh of relief. "Will you really carry me up all the way, Arnie?" she whispered. "I am so tired to-night. You are sure that you can manage it?" He laughed gayly.
"It is evident, nowadays, that he isn't responsible for his actions." "Separated!" she repeated bitterly. "You talk as though I had a choice of homes." "You have," he assured her. "However, we won't say anything about that just now. I want to talk about myself." "And I want to listen, dear!" she exclaimed. "You must tell me what has happened, Arnie. Has Mr.
There is a new desire born in him, and I am afraid. I think that if I am left alone here many more nights like this, I shall go mad. I tried to undress, Arnie, but I couldn't. I threw myself down on the bed and I had to bite my handkerchief. I have been trembling. Oh, if you could hear those voices! If you could understand the fears that are nameless, how terrible they are!"
"You know that I should love it, dear," she said, "but, Arnie, do you think that when the time for the holiday comes you will want to take us?" He sat on the arm of her chair and held her hand. "Foolish little woman!" he exclaimed. "Do you think that I am likely to forget? Why, I must have shared your supper nearly every night for a month, while I was walking about trying to find something to do.
Ruth began to talk nervously. "It was charming of Mrs. Weatherley," she declared, "to lend you this car. Tell me how it happened, Arnie?" "I simply told her," he replied, "that I was going to take a friend, who needed a little fresh air, out into the country, and she insisted upon sending this car instead of letting me hire a taxicab. It was over the telephone and I couldn't refuse. Besides, Mr.
"Arnold," she murmured, "how long you have been away!" He threw himself on the grass by her side. "Silly little woman!" he answered. "Don't tell me that you are not enjoying it?" "It is all wonderful," she whispered, "but can't you see that I am out of place? When could we go, Arnie?" "Are you so anxious to get away?" he asked, lazily.
When he has money, I am sure that he gives it to me. It isn't that so much, Arnold, but I get frightened of his getting into trouble. Now that room of his has got on my nerves. When I hear that tap, tap, in the night, I am terrified." "Will you let me speak to him about it, Ruth?" Her face was suddenly full of terror. "Arnie, you mustn't think of it," she begged. "He would never forgive me never.
Her eyes sought his. He was leaning forward, gazing down between the curving line of lamp-posts, across the belt of black river with its flecks of yellow light. But Ruth watched him only. "Arnie," she whispered in his ear, "there are no fairy ships upon the river to-night." He smiled. "Why not, little one? You have only to close your eyes." Slowly she shook her head.
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