Мартин Иден

Chapter 19

           Mrs.Morse’svoicewaslowandsweetasshesaid,"Andthatisthechildren." "Ihavethoughtaboutthem,"Ruthconfessed,rememberingthewantonthoughtsthathadvexedherinthepast,herfaceagainredwithmaidenshamethatsheshouldbetellingsuchthings. 

           "Anditisthat,thechildren,thatmakesMr.Edenimpossible,"Mrs.Morsewentonincisively. "Theirheritagemustbeclean,andheis,Iamafraid,notclean. Yourfatherhastoldmeofsailors’lives,andandyouunderstand." 

           Ruthpressedhermother’shandinassent,feelingthatshereallydidunderstand,thoughherconceptionwasofsomethingvague,remote,andterriblethatwasbeyondthescopeofimagination. 

           "YouknowIdonothingwithouttellingyou,"shebegan. "Only,sometimesyoumustaskme,likethistime. Iwantedtotellyou,butIdidnotknowhow. Itisfalsemodesty,Iknowitisthat,butyoucanmakeiteasyforme. Sometimes,likethistime,youmustaskme,youmustgivemeachance." 

           "Why,mother,youareawoman,too!"shecriedexultantly,astheystoodup,catchinghermother’shandsandstandingerect,facingherinthetwilight,consciousofastrangelysweetequalitybetweenthem. "Ishouldneverhavethoughtofyouinthatwayifwehadnothadthistalk. IhadtolearnthatIwasawomantoknowthatyouwereone,too." 

           "Wearewomentogether,"hermothersaid,drawinghertoherandkissingher. "Wearewomentogether,"sherepeated,astheywentoutoftheroom,theirarmsaroundeachother’swaists,theirheartsswellingwithanewsenseofcompanionship. 

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