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MartinEden, withbloodstillcrawlingfromcontactwithhisbrother-in-law, felthiswayalongtheunlightedbackhallandenteredhisroom, atinycubbyholewithspaceforabed, awash-stand, , theservant', tookoffhiscoat, , , butfelltostaringatthewhiteplasterwalloppositehim, , tillhislipsbegantomoveandhemurmured, "Ruth."
"Ruth." , andhegrewintoxicatedwiththerepetitionofit."Ruth." Itwasatalisman, , herfaceshimmeredbeforehim, , , madehimbetter, , , , hehadneverbotheredaboutthem; , tillnow, , , whoforthefirsttimewasbecomingconsciousofhimself, wasinnoconditiontojudge, andheburnedwithshameashestaredatthevisionofhisinfamy.
, , butuptothatmomenttheyhadbeenfilledwiththeeverchangingpanoramaoftheworld, atwhichhehadbeentoobusygazing, , but, beingunusedtosuchappraisement, -domedforeheadhesawamopofbrownhair, nut-brown, withawavetoitandhintsofcurlsthatwereadelighttoanywoman, , inHereyes, anddweltlongandthoughtfullyonthehigh, squareforehead,—? ? Howfarwouldittakehim? Wouldittakehimtoher?
, also, , gazingintothoseeyesofhis, 'sminds, , andhowcouldheguessonethoughtofhers? Well, theywerehonesteyes, heconcluded, , hewasawhiteman, , , rolledthebicepsoverwithhisotherhand, ; nordidhedreamthatintheworldtherewerefewpalespiritsofwomenwhocouldboastfairerorsmootherskinsthanhe—fairerthanwherehehadescapedtheravagesofthesun.

