But when Ruth's hand fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that no one in this house would ever offer him a kick. She did not remember him, but he said that he had introduced himself to her when she was visiting the butcher's family. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. He would have to probe further. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. "Don't alarm yourself. Another glass, Jack.
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