“We parted— that night the best of friends. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. The villagers were thronging to church. “If I do,” he said. “No way!” Michelle cried, and also looked around for pedestrian listeners. Certain simple purposes emerged from the disingenuous muddle of her feelings and desires. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. I was the last on board. 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. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them.
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