CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. “Of course, one lives differently in Paris, but then—Paris is Paris. ” She said as she rested her head against his chest, eyes unfocused on the fading sky. “Did you see who that was?” he asked in a low tone. “You no longer belong to Gianfrancesco. ” “You meant to say ‘morbid’. ” “Yes, but you forget; how am I to live?” “Easily. ’ At a quarter past eleven I returned here with this gentleman, Mr. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. The window was shortly after opened, and a rope ladder, with a lighted horn lantern attached to it, let down. I'm trying to make you see the worldly point of view, which always inclines toward the evil side of things. They sat in the windowed booth at the restaurant across from each other.
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