He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. This did not affect Spurlock. “I was frightened then,” she declared. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. ” “In the Middle Ages, from what you’re telling me. ’ Madame gave one of those breathy laughs.
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