That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. ’ ‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided. "Where is he?" he cried. That boy—blind as a bat! Why, he hadn't seen the Woman until to-night! From the first chord of the Grieg concerto to the finale of the Chopin ballade, Ruth had sat tensely on the edge of her chair. He refused his food,—and even when better provisions were offered him, rejected them. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench.
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