It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the room. “A move of any sort would certainly be fatal. I believed I was strong enough to go on in silence; but I'm human like everybody else. Why should you who are queens come down from your thrones? If you can afford it, WE can’t. “Come,” she said. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. It was a grand life.
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