She was crushed with a sense of her own terrible impotency. I want to be with you. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. At the sight of her he became rigid and a singularly bright shade of pink. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. He refused his food,—and even when better provisions were offered him, rejected them.
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