"Good bye!" cried Mrs. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. 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. Who invented them? Nobody knows. “We will take it then,” he said, “that you have refused or ignored one request I have made you this morning. Can't I make you see?" "But I'm telling you Ruth loves you. She succumbed to cancer of the breast at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting. I don’t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands.
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