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What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. Now I do. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. His commissions this day would not fill his metal pipe with one wad of tobacco. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. ‘You little fool! I’m a trained soldier with ten years experience at my back. 3.

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