The hotel on the Peak had the aspect of a fairy castle. She felt her canines grow, the hunger consuming her. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. The man who staggers, whose face is flushed, whose attitude is either noisily friendly or truculent, has some chance; liquor bends him eventually. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. That is so awful.
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