“Yes, John. ” They passed out on to the pavement, and the commissionaire called a hansom. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. Knowledge was sacred in Athens, knowledge and his twin, Art. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. I know nothing about the girl, save what you have told me. Too late now. So Ruth took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny.
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