’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. Day by day she followed the spiritual and physical contest between this man and woman. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love. “You underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that struck you may strike again. I make no apology for not being with you now. Tristan dying and Isolde coming to crown his death.
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