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Kirk went back to the studio, his mind in a whirl. Ruth was lying on
the couch. She looked up as the door opened. He came quickly to her
side.
"Ruth!" he muttered.
Her eyes were shining with a wonderful light of joy. She drew his head
down and kissed him.
"Oh, Kirk," she whispered. "I'm happy. I'm happy. I've wanted this so."
He could not speak. He sat on the edge of the couch and looked at her.
She had been wonderful to him before. She was a thousand times more
wonderful now.
Chapter VIII
Suspense
It seemed to Kirk, as the days went by, that a mist of unreality fell
like a curtain between him and the things of this world. Commonplace
objects lost their character and became things to marvel at. There was
a new bond of sympathy between the world and himself.
A citizen walking in the park with his children became a kind of
miracle. Here was a man who had travelled the road which he was
travelling now, who had had the same hopes and fear and wonder. Once he
encountered a prosperous looking individual moving, like a liner among
tugs, in the midst of no fewer than six offspring. Kirk fixed him with
such a concentrated stare of emotion and excitement that the other was
alarmed and went on his way alertly, as one in the presence of danger.
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