The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of
abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes
with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. It had
been easy to steal. He moved slightly, and she went on, with a slight catching of her
breath: “It’s a bother and disturbance, but you see—” She had to go through with
it now, because she could think of nothing but her preconceived words. I don’t play anything. The only part of his
otherwise-interesting countenance, to which one could decidedly object, was the
mouth; a feature that, more than any other, is conceived to betray the animal
propensities of the possessor. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would
always keep hidden from her, at least human love. Nicholas is dead.
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