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Under
her
purity
,
and
saintliness
,
and
culture
,
and
ethereal
beauty
of
soul
,
she
was
,
in
things
fundamentally
human
,
just
like
Lizzie
Connolly
and
all
Lizzie
Connollys
.
All
that
was
possible
of
them
was
possible
of
her
.
She
could
love
,
and
hate
,
maybe
have
hysterics
;
and
she
could
certainly
be
jealous
,
as
she
was
jealous
now
,
uttering
her
last
sobs
in
his
arms
.
"
Besides
,
I
am
older
than
you
,
"
she
remarked
suddenly
,
opening
her
eyes
and
looking
up
at
him
,
"
three
years
older
.
"
"
Hush
,
you
are
only
a
child
,
and
I
am
forty
years
older
than
you
,
in
experience
,
"
was
his
answer
.
In
truth
,
they
were
children
together
,
so
far
as
love
was
concerned
,
and
they
were
as
naive
and
immature
in
the
expression
of
their
love
as
a
pair
of
children
,
and
this
despite
the
fact
that
she
was
crammed
with
a
university
education
and
that
his
head
was
full
of
scientific
philosophy
and
the
hard
facts
of
life
.
They
sat
on
through
the
passing
glory
of
the
day
,
talking
as
lovers
are
prone
to
talk
,
marvelling
at
the
wonder
of
love
and
at
destiny
that
had
flung
them
so
strangely
together
,
and
dogmatically
believing
that
they
loved
to
a
degree
never
attained
by
lovers
before
.
And
they
returned
insistently
,
again
and
again
,
to
a
rehearsal
of
their
first
impressions
of
each
other
and
to
hopeless
attempts
to
analyze
just
precisely
what
they
felt
for
each
other
and
how
much
there
was
of
it
.
The
cloud
-
masses
on
the
western
horizon
received
the
descending
sun
,
and
the
circle
of
the
sky
turned
to
rose
,
while
the
zenith
glowed
with
the
same
warm
color
.
The
rosy
light
was
all
about
them
,
flooding
over
them
,
as
she
sang
,
"
Good
-
by
,
Sweet
Day
.
"
She
sang
softly
,
leaning
in
the
cradle
of
his
arm
,
her
hands
in
his
,
their
hearts
in
each
other
’
s
hands
.
Mrs
.
Morse
did
not
require
a
mother
’
s
intuition
to
read
the
advertisement
in
Ruth
’
s
face
when
she
returned
home
.
The
flush
that
would
not
leave
the
cheeks
told
the
simple
story
,
and
more
eloquently
did
the
eyes
,
large
and
bright
,
reflecting
an
unmistakable
inward
glory
.
"
What
has
happened
?
"
Mrs
.
Morse
asked
,
having
bided
her
time
till
Ruth
had
gone
to
bed
.
"
You
know
?
"
Ruth
queried
,
with
trembling
lips
.
For
reply
,
her
mother
’
s
arm
went
around
her
,
and
a
hand
was
softly
caressing
her
hair
.
