Then, in a few years, he and Ruth might fare forth in comfort and
security. “You
underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that
struck you may strike again. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car,
having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was
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dissolved where it lay. Killed is too kind a word. 1. It's a pity you wouldn't give me the
prescription instead of the medicine, so I could have it filled nearer home. It is enough to make
a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to
make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. Proper enough now,
when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he
was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to
receive. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair,
while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission. I wanted the time with you.
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