Probably his first serious bout with John Barleycorn. There was still in his heart that fierce anger which demands physical expression; but he had to consider Ruth in all phases. ’ She shook her head. Creeping stealthily up stairs, unmasking a dark lantern, and glancing into each room as he passed, he was startled in one of them by the appearance of Mrs. Well, I told aunt. They were sounding more and more like Civic every day. He wore a black tail coat buttoned tightly over his chest, and a large diamond pin sparkled in a white satin tie which had seen better days. He stood on the top step for a moment, lost in deep thought. An admirable alternative presented itself and she sighed, spreading her hands. 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.
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