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ChapterI


The one opened the door with alatch-key (  ;   ; ) and went in, followed (,  ) byayoung fellow who awkwardly (, ; ) removed () his cap. He wore () rough () clothesthat smacked of(, ) the sea, and he was manifestly () out ofplace ( ) inthe spacious () hall inwhich he found himself. He did not know what todo with his cap, and was stuffing () it into his coat pocket when the other (, ) took it from him. The act was done quietly () and naturally (), and the awkward () young fellow appreciated () it. He understands, was his thought. Hell see me through () all right.

He walked at the others heels ( ) with aswing (; ) tohis shoulders, and his legs spread () unwittingly (, ; ), as if the level floors were tilting up (; ) and sinking down (, , ) tothe heave (, ) and lunge (, ) ofthe sea. The wide rooms seemed too narrow for his rolling () gait (), and tohimself he was interror () lest ( ) his broad shoulders should collide () with the doorwaysorsweep (, ) the bric-a-brac (;  ) from the low mantel ( ). He recoiled (, , ) from side toside between the various objects and multiplied () the hazards () that inreality lodged (, ) only inhis mind (, ). Between agrand (, ) piano and acentre-table piled () high with books was space (, ) for ahalf adozen (, ) towalk abreast (), yet he essayed (, ) it with trepidation (, ). His heavy arms hung () loosely (; , ) at his sides. He did not know what todo with those arms and hands, and when, tohis excited () vision (, , ), one arm seemed liable () tobrush against ( , ) the books on the table, he lurched ( () away like afrightened () horse, barely () missing () the piano stool. He watched the easy walk ( ) ofthe other infront ofhim, and for the first time realized () that his walk was different from that ofother men. He experienced () amomentary (, ) pang () ofshame () that he should walk so uncouthly (, , ). The sweat () burst () through the skin ofhis forehead () intiny () beads (), and he paused (, ) and mopped () his bronzed face with his handkerchief ( ).

Hold on ( ), Arthur, my boy, he said, attempting () tomask his anxiety ( ) with facetious (; ) utterance (). This is too much all at once for yours (   ) truly. Give me achance toget my nerve. You know Ididnt want tocome, an Iguess your famly aint hankerin ( ,  , ) tosee me neither.

Thats all right, was the reassuring () answer. You mustntbefrightened () at us. Were just homely () people Hello, theresaletter forme.

He stepped () back tothe table, tore open () the envelope, and began toread, giving the stranger () an opportunity torecover himself ( ). And the stranger understood and appreciated (). His was the gift (, ) ofsympathy (), understanding; and beneath () his alarmed () exterior ( ) thatsympathetic () process went on. He mopped () his forehead dry and glanced ( ) about him with acontrolled (, ) face, though inthe eyes therewas an expression such as wild () animals betray () when they fear () the trap (). He was surrounded () bythe unknown (), apprehensive (;  ) ofwhat might happen (, ), ignorant of(, ) what he should do, aware () that he walkedandbore himself ( ) awkwardly (), fearful ( ) that every attribute () and power () ofhim was similarly ( ) afflicted (; ). He was keenly sensitive (), hopelessly () self-conscious (,  ), and the amused glance () that the other stole ( ) privily (, ) at him over the top ofthe letter burned into him ( ) like adagger-thrust ( ). He saw the glance, but he gave no sign ( ), for ( ) among the things he had learned ( ,   ) was discipline. Also, that dagger-thrust went tohis pride. He cursed (, ) himself for having come, and at the same time resolved () that, happen what would (  ), having come (  ), he would carry it through (    ). The lines ofhis face hardened ( ), and into his eyes came afighting light (    ). He looked about more unconcernedly ( ), sharply observant (), every detail ofthe pretty interior registering itself on his brain (        ). His eyes were wide apart ( ); nothing intheir field ofvision ( ) escaped (); and as they drank in( ) the beauty before them the fighting light ( ) died out (, ) and awarm glow (, ) took its place ( ).

He was responsive (, ) tobeauty, and here was cause () torespond.

An oil painting () caught (; ) and held (, ) him. Aheavy surf () thundered () and burst over an outjutting () rock (); lowering storm-clouds ( ) covered the sky; and, outside the line ofsurf (), apilot-schooner (, ), close-hauled (  ), heeled () over till every detail ofher deck () was visible (), was surging (, ) along against () astormy (, ) sunset ( ) sky. There was beauty, and it drew () him irresistibly (). He forgot his awkward () walk () and came closer tothe painting (), very close. The beauty faded out ( ) ofthe canvas (). Hisface expressed his bepuzzlement (; ). He stared at (;  ) what seemedacareless (, ) daub () ofpaint (), then stepped away (,   ). Immediately (, ) all the beauty flashed back () into the canvas (). Atrick (, ) picture, was his thought, as he dismissed ( ,  ) it, though inthe midst () ofthe multitudinous () impressions he was receiving he found time tofeelaprod [; ] ofindignation [] that so much beauty should be sacrificed () tomake atrick (). He did not know painting (). He had been brought up (  ) on chromos () and lithographs that were always definite () and sharp (, ), near or far. He had seen oil paintings, it was true, inthe show windows () ofshops, but the glass ofthe windows had prevented (, ) his eager () eyes from approaching () too near.



He glanced ( ;  ) around at his friend reading the letter and saw the books on the table. Into his eyes leaped () awistfulness () and ayearning ( ;  ) as promptly () as the yearning ( ) leaps into the eyes ofastarving () man at sight ( ) offood (). An impulsive (, ,  ) stride (), with one lurch () toright and left ofthe shoulders, brought him tothe table, wherehe began affectionately (, ) handling () the books. He glanced at the titles and the authors names, read fragments () oftext, caressing () the volumes with his eyes and hands, and, once (), recognized () abook he had read. For the rest (  ), they were strange books and strange authors. He chanced ( ) upon avolume () ofSwinburne and began reading steadily, forgetful of( ) where he was, his face glowing (    ,    ). Twice () he closed the book on his forefinger ( ) tolook at the name ofthe author. Swinburne ()! he would () remember that name. That fellow () had eyes, and he had certainly seen color and flashing (, ) light. But who was Swinburne? Was he dead () ahundred years or so (), like () most () ofthe poets? Or was he alive () still (), and writing? He turned tothe title-page ( ) yes, he had written other books; well, he would go tothe free library the first thing inthe morning (  ) and try toget hold of() some ofSwinburnes stuff. He went back tothe text and lost himself. He did not notice that ayoung woman had entered the room. The first he knew was when he heard Arthurs voice saying: Ruth, this is Mr. Eden.

The book was closed on his forefinger ( ), and before he turned he was thrilling ( ;  ) tothe first new impression (), which was not ofthe girl, but ofher brothers words. Under that muscled () body ofhis he was amass ofquivering (, ) sensibilities (,  ). At the slightest () impact () oftheoutside world ( ) upon his consciousness (), his thoughts, sympathies, and emotions leapt and played like lambent () flame (). He was extraordinarily () receptive () and responsive (), while his imagination, pitched () high, was ever at work establishing () relations oflikeness () and difference (). Mr. Eden, was what he had thrilled to( ) he who had been called Eden, or Martin Eden, or just Martin, all his life. And MISTER! It was certainly going some ( ), was his internal () comment (). His mind seemed toturn, on the instant, into avast camera obscura ( ), and he saw arrayed () around his consciousness () endless pictures from his life, ofstoke-holes ( ) and forecastles (; ;  ), camps (, ) and beaches, jails () and boozing (, ) kens ( ), fever () hospitals and slum () streets, wherein the thread () ofassociation was the fashion inwhich he had been addressed inthose various () situations.

And then he turned and saw the girl. The phantasmagoria () ofhisbrain vanished () at sight ofher (  ). She was apale (), ethereal creature ( ), with wide, spiritual () blue eyes and awealth () ofgolden hair. Hedidnot know how she was dressed, except ( , ) that the dress was as wonderful as she. He likened () her toapale () gold flower upon aslender () stem (). No, she was aspirit (), adivinity (), agoddess (); such sublimated () beauty was not ofthe earth (). Or perhaps the bookswereright, and there were many such as she inthe upper walks ( ) oflife.

She might well be sung () bythat chap (), Swinburne. Perhaps he had had somebody like her ( ) inmind (, , ) when he painted (, ) that girl, Iseult ([izult] , ), inthe book there on the table. All this plethora (, ) ofsight (), and feeling, and thought occurred ( ) on the instant (, ). There was no pause ofthe realities wherein he moved. He saw her hand coming out tohis ( ,      ), and she looked him straight () inthe eyes as she shook () hands, frankly ( ), like () aman. The women he had known did not shake hands that way (,  ).

For that matter ( ), most ofthem did not shake hands at all. Aflood () ofassociations, visions () ofvarious ways (; , ) he had made the acquaintance of( ) women, rushed () into his mind and threatened (, ) toswamp () it. But he shook them aside and looked at her. Never had heseensuch awoman. The women he had known! Immediately, beside her,on

either hand (  ), ranged ( ) the women he had known. For an eternal () second he stood inthe midst () ofaportrait gallery, wherein she occupied the central place, while about her were limned (; ) many women, all tobe weighed () and measured () byafleeting (; ) glance (), herself the unit ofweight and measure. He saw the weak () and sickly () faces ofthe girls ofthe factories, and the simpering (), boisterous (, ) girls fromthesouth ofMarket. There were women ofthe cattle camps, and swarthy (; ) cigarette-smoking women ofOld Mexico. These, inturn, werecrowded out () byJapanese women, doll-like (), stepping mincingly (, , ) on wooden clogs (); byEurasians, delicate featured (  ), stampedwithdegeneracy (  , ); byfull-bodied () South-Sea-Island women, flower-crowned (  ) and brown-skinned (). All these were blotted out () byagrotesque and terrible nightmare ( ) brood frowsy ( ), shuffling () creatures fromthepavements () ofWhitechapel, gin-bloated (; ; ) hags (, ) ofthe stews (), andallthe vast hells following ofharpies (), vile-mouthed ( ) and filthy (), that under the guise ( ) ofmonstrous () female form ( ) prey () upon sailors, the scrapings () ofthe ports, the scum () and slime ( ; ; ) ofthe human pit ().




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