His eyes were closed. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. ” “Sure thing, kid. ‘Very wise,’ commented Gerald. 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. Which is the nearest way to the river?" "Why, it's an awkward road to direct you," returned Jonathan.
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