Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. It was painful to want him so much. It would put the whole adventure on a broader and better footing; it seemed, indeed, almost the only possible way in which she might emerge from her rebellion with anything like success. "I owe you nothing," he repeated, dully. The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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