“Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the
pillar-box. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. “No, I’d like to. 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. There’s sure to be a place somewhere. Then he stepped
briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. Conscientious objectors to that process are not permitted,
she found, in Canongate. That
same adventurousness that had already buoyed her through crises that would
have overwhelmed any normally feminine girl with shame and horror now
became uppermost again. She was certain he would
hear, sleeping in the nearby castle.
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