” He said while grabbing her hands and 229 jerking her to her feet like a puppet, callously. 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. So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect, that it seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. I was orphaned a long time ago. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. A sob was strangled in her throat. This obstacle, which appeared to preclude the possibility of egress in that quarter, was speedily got rid of. His tone was rough, almost threatening. ‘Because I love you. Morgan the trader did not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what he judged a fair price. “Where?” “To that ball. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. Then came the shock of the knowledge that soon he would be going upon his way, that there would be no one to depend upon her; and all the old loneliness came smothering down upon her again. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all the rest of it.
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