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We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery." "I am a thief, nevertheless." "Oh, that!" He raised his head, staring at her in blank astonishment. "You mean, it doesn't matter?" "Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled words. Only a few, but enough for me to understand that some act had driven you to this part of the world, where the hunted hide."
"You do love me?" "God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder. "But I'm a blackguard, too, Ruth. I had no right to marry you. I have no right to love you." "Why not?" "I am a thief, a hunted man." "So that is what separated us! Oh, Hoddy, you have wasted so many wonderful days! Why didn't you tell me?" "I couldn't!"
"Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain. "I don't see how you do it, Hoddy. It's so stuffy and all that tobacco smoke!" He inspected his watch. Half after six. He was astonished. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. "He called me a wanton, Hoddy. That is what I don't understand."
"So Hannibal slipped 'way fum de qua'ters one Sunday en hid in de co'n up close ter de big house, 'tel he see Chloe gwine down de road. He waylaid her, en sezee: "'Hoddy, Chloe? "'I ain' got no time fer ter fool wid fiel'-han's, sez Chloe, tossin' her head; 'w'at you want wid me, Hot-Foot? "'I wants ter know how you en Jeff is gittin' 'long. "'I 'lows dat's none er yo' bizness, nigger.
"And you married me, knowing?" "I married the man who bought a sing-song girl to give her her freedom." "But I was intoxicated!" "So was the man you just fought in this room. There is no hidden beast in you, Hoddy. I could not love you else." "They may find me." "Well, if they send you to prison, I'll be outside when they let you go." He took her face between his hands and kissed her on the lips.
One way or other they wil cry quittance whatsoeuer it cost them. No other apte meanes had this poore shee captiued Cicely, to worke her hoddy peake husbande a proportionable plague to his ielousie, but to giue his head his ful loding of infamie. She thought she would make him complaine for some thing, that now was so hard bound with an hereticall opinion.
I wouldn't touch the stuff for all the pearls in India. A cup of lies. I know all about it." Ruth's eyes began to glow. She had often wondered if Hoddy would ever go back to it. She knew now that he never would. "Sometimes a cup of lies is a cheering thing," replied the trader. "In wine there is truth. What about that?" "It means that drink cheats a man into telling things he ought not to.
She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done married a girl who was not his equal in anything. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her.
Back among your own again, and only a few of us the wiser. Have you suffered?" "Dear God!... every hour since!" "The Spurlock conscience. That is why Wall Street broke your father; he was honest." "Ah, my father! The way you treated him...!" "Good money after bad. You haven't heard my side if it, Hoddy.
And I don't want anything of yours destroyed, Hoddy. Those were dreams." "All right, then." He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. "But don't ever let me see them again. By George, I forgot! McClintock said there was a typewriter in the office and that I could have it. I'll dig it up. I'll be feeling fine in no time.
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