The mode of destruction makes no difference. He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. “Sold again,” she remarked. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself. She was feeling extraordinarily well that night, so that the sense of her body was a deep delight, a realization of a gentle warmth and strength and elastic firmness. She was with these movements—akin to them, she felt it at times intensely—and yet something eluded her. With the same inducements we should all do the same thing. She could learn nothing of her son, and only obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross Shovels. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. Deep silences came between them.
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