And probably the girl would wear herself out, too.
To fight inertia on the one hand and to study this queer girl on the other.

Any financial return was inconsiderable against the promise of this psychological treat.

The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight--beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere.

She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress.

The elemental woman was always close to the cat: as the elemental man was always but a point removed from the wolf.
It was so arranged that Ruth went on duty after breakfast and remained until noon.