‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. I’ll be ready in a moment. Before a year has expired, you will share the same fate. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall woman with a kindly face to show it. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps, though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered about her.
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