‘And I do not know why you are so polite, when you have been bad to me last night, and have taken my dagger. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. They ascended by a lift to one of the upper floors, passed through a long ward, and finally came to a bed in the extreme corner, round which a screen had been arranged. He staggered back a few paces; and, before he could recover himself, Thames tripped up his heels, and, placing the point of the spike at his throat, threatened to stab him if he attempted to stir, or cry out. He seemed to be labouring under some great excitement. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. But you must allow me to observe, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend.
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