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She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. “I’m a ghoul! So you can become a ghoul? You should settle down, John, get married, have children. ” They stared at each other through a pause, and both faces were flushed and obstinate. “How ridiculous! Fancy you with all that money! For heaven’s sake, though, do not go about playing the Don Quixote like this. It is always on his person. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. I don’t know. Spurlock felt very well pleased with himself. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. Disgusted him! “For men policemen never blush; A man in all things scores so much. I ate only enough to keep body and soul together. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's.
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