Some man!
And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a
last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to
emphasize his point. But I've an old friend on the way here, and he knows the
game down there. . Oh, yes; of Ruth herself he knew much; but the more he mulled over what he
knew, the deeper grew his chagrin. Sheila bellowed, a great wail of a sound from deep in
her belly, flinging her tremendous weight towards him. He was always word-building, a
metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion
because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. She drew her naked arms
around herself. Maggot, laughing. And, without another word, he seized the table with
both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far
and wide. Though encumbered by his
irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. To
buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song
girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know
keenly what had impelled the idea. ‘Leave it, imbecile.
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