’ Bitterness rose up as he looked at the female. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. “Such was Anoush’s beauty that with one glimpse Farhat decided that he would spend his life building a castle to match her loveliness. For each costume she had devised a suitable form of matrimonial refusal. But I never found any truth in the saying. Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it was striking. How came you by the hurt, eh?" "How did I come by it?—that's a nate question.
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