I don’t! Please enlighten me. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. “He fancied that he did,” she corrected him coolly. So the talk went on.
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