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But the surrender was not to be made then. Her mother rapped on the door. "Young gentleman to see you, Ruth," she called. She heard Dulac's teeth click savagely. "Quick," he said. "What is it to be?" The spell was broken, the old uncertainty, the wavering, was present again. "I oh, let me think. To-morrow I'll tell you to-morrow." She stepped it was almost a flight to the door, and opened it.
When I have done I'm going to thrash you for that." Ruth seized Dulac's arm. "Go away," she cried. "You have no right. ... If you ever want an answer to that question you'll go NOW... If this goes on if you don't go and leave Mr. Foote alone, I'll never see you again.... I'll never speak to you again.... I mean it!" Dulac, looking down into her face, saw that she did mean it.
He seemed to have been stripped of youth and of the lightheartedness and buoyancy of youth. He was thinking, wondering. Why should this man hate him? Why should others hate him? Why should the class he belonged to be hated with this blighting virulence by the class they employed?... He did not speak nor try to stem Dulac's invective.
The confidence reposed in him by labor was eloquently testified to by the sending of him to this important post on the battle line. Already he had justified that confidence. With years and experience what heights might he not climb!...This was Ruth's thought. Beside Dulac's belief in himself and his future it was colorless. Dulac had been an inmate of the Frazer cottage two weeks.
Still farther north was Dulac's division, supported by Marolle's brigade of Camou's division and one battalion of Chasseurs of the Guard. These were to attack the Little Redan.
"What do you want with her?... You've kicked her out of your office now leave her alone.... There's just one thing men of your class want of girls of her class...." At first Bonbright did not comprehend Dulac's meaning; then his face reddened; even his ears were enveloped in a surge of color. "Dulac," he said, evenly, "I came to say something to Miss Frazer.
He could not speak. Ruth sighed as she felt his touch. "You're REAL," she whispered. "Is he real, too?" "We're all real, dear," said Hilda. "Ask HIM please to go away, then," Ruth said, pointing to Dulac. "I don't want to hurt him... but he knows I don't want him...." "Ruth!" Dulac's utterance was a groan. "YOU know don't you, Hilda?... I told you a long time ago... I never loved HIM at all.
I can't even -defend myself much.... Unless you insist." The men were facing each other now, almost toe to toe. Dulac's face was stormy with passion under scant restraint; Bonbright, though he swayed a bit unsteadily, faced him with level eyes. Ruth saw the decent courage of the boy and her fear for him made her clutch Dulac's sleeve. The man shook her off.
You did it deliberately you prowling, pampered puppy...." Dulac was working himself into blind rage. Bonbright looked at the man with something of amazement, but with nothing of fear. He was not afraid. He did not give back a step, but, as he stood there, white to the lips, his eyes steadily on Dulac's eyes, he seemed older, weary.
Bonbright's eyes did not leave Dulac's. It seemed minutes before Dulac made another forward movement, slowly, not lifting his foot, but sliding it along the rug to its new position.... Then immovability.... Then another feline approach. Step after step, with that tense pause between and silence!
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