Her features are the same, yet the change has written its mark into her face. Suddenly he felt Ruth swing violently away from him, and he wheeled to learn the cause. What had shifted his casual interest was the visible prospect of a party of three who were coming down the packet gangplank. ‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out. It is the immediate inspiration of confidence; it alleviates pain, because we know by that smile that pain is soon to leave us; it becomes the bulwark against our depressive thoughts of death; and it is the promise that we still have a long way to go before we reach the Great Terminal. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. She laughed nervously, but kept her eyes averted.
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