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Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. She no longer felt sick or dizzy, her muscles returned to a relaxed, supple state. But with the morning, the glorious unstained morning the passion of living would stir even the blood of a clod. She would not be driven in by this persistent, sneaking aggression. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. Monroe would go to work and Mrs. Best assured of that. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. He had been reading Belfort Bax, and declared himself a convert. His hand rested heavily and cruelly upon Ruth's shoulder. “I was frightened then,” she declared. But I don’t think she lays hold of one so.
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