Wearied at
length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he
threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to
compose himself to slumber. ’
‘It is true,’ insisted the lady. “Go from me, husband!” With a flourish he brought
her arms behind her and her body was slammed to the
floor. A few
yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of
humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. ‘She may well try to go back. E. He's a hundred miles sou'-east of me. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. The door opened. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the
pitiful understand.
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