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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Give me that," said her mother's voice. Ruth recoiled; Mrs. Levice stood before her unusually quiet in her white night-dress; with a strong hand she endeavored to relax Ruth's fingers from the paper. "But, Mamma, it was addressed to me" "It was a mistake, then; I know it was meant for me. Let go instantly, or I shall tear the paper. Obey me, Ruth." Her voice sounded harsh as a man's.
Kemp." "Which, ten to one, he finds a disadvantage. I must confess that in such weather every healthy individual with time at his disposal should be inhaling this air at a leisurely trot or stride as his habit may be. You, Miss Levice, should get on your walking togs instantly." "Yes, but not conveniently. My father and I never failed to take our morning constitutional together when all was well.
He went up to the bed and placed his hand on the sleeping head. Mrs. Levice moved her chair slightly as he seated himself on the edge of the bed and took Levice's hand. Ruth, watching him with wide, distended eyes, thought he would never drop it. Her senses, sharpened by suffering, read every change on his face. As he withdrew his hand, she gave one long, involuntary moan.
A swift look of wonderment passed under the reverend gentleman's beetle-brows as he bent over her hand. Could this tall, beautiful girl be the daughter of little Jules Levice? Where did she get that pure Madonna face, that regal bearing, that mobile and expressive mouth? The explanation was sufficient when Mrs. Levice entered.
He could not know that the sound of the step had given her the momentary courage thus to address him. He arose deferentially as Mr. Levice entered. The two men formed a striking contrast.
Two long lace-draped windows let in a flood of searching sunlight that brought to light not an atom of dust in the remotest corner. It is the prerogative of every respectable Jewess to keep her house as clean as if at any moment a search-warrant for dirt might be served upon her. "Will you not be seated?" asked Levice, looking up at Kemp as the latter stood drawing off his gloves.
Mr. and Mrs. Levice, in the soft golden gloaming of late summer, were strolling arm-in-arm among the flower-beds. Mrs. Levice, without obviously looking toward them, felt with satisfaction that Ruth was looking well in a plain black gown which she had had no time to change after her late shopping.
"It is very early, Jules," she said, smiling with hope, not knowing that this deceptive feeling was but the rose-flush of the sinking sun; "but if you feel well when day breaks you can get up, can't he Doctor?" "Yes." Levice lay back with closed eyes for some minutes. A quivering smile crossed his face and his eyes opened. "Were you singing that song just now, Ruth, my angel?"
He did not fail to keep his promise; and once on the lookout for "cases" herself, Ruth soon found enough irons in the fire to occupy her spare moments. Mrs. Levice, however, insisted upon her resuming her place in society. "A young girl must not withdraw herself from her sphere, or people will either consider her eccentric or will forget her entirely.
"Quite sure; and there is no more to be said of it. Remember, it is dead and buried; we must never remind each other of it again. Kiss me, Father, and forget that it has been." Mr. Levice drew a long sigh, partly of relief, partly of pain, as he looked into her lovely, resolute face. We do not live wholly through ourselves.
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