This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. His last actions were futile. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. “She has nothing to be afraid of,” he continued. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. He had often read about it, and once he had incorporated it in a story, that invisible force which sent men to prison and to the gallows, when a tongue controlled would have meant liberty indefinite. “I think,” he said, “that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. The Dawn Pearl! To be with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him! He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it.
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