"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. . “Will you say what you have to say, please, and go. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. “This is a very foolish sort of entertainment. Immortal! You were in the beginning, and all the men in the world who have known what love is have worshipped at your feet. This will be safer than cutting his throat on shore. These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. Yesterday!—who cared? To-morrow!—who knew? "Porpoise," she said, touching his hand. “Oh, you can act!” she cried.
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