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He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. “Your sex is a terrible fraud. By and by she heard the screen door. Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber. ” She
patted his arm and wiped her tears away. By a tacit agreement they ignored the significant thing between them, ignored
the slipping away of the ground on which they had stood together hitherto. "Ah! you are there, my dear young lady," said the widow, smiling faintly; "when
I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myself again in that horrible
asylum. Then, her body still tense with the atoms of anger, she sat
down upon the edge of the bed and rocked from side to side. She had other boyfriends
and hung out at Foster’s only bar most of the time. Boys were ordered to wear white buttondown shirts and pleated black trousers. “Kick aht at ‘em!” though, indeed, she went now with
Christian meekness, resenting only the thrusting policemen’s hands. Let me bind you up, and then you can
attend to her.
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