’ ‘Don’t count on it. I am your husband, though as yet your hand has scarcely lain in mine. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate. Clearing the recess the instant after his companion, he flew to the door of the inner room, and, locking it, took out the key. . He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. "The men. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion.
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