Waving a white flag, naturally. Spurlock stared at Ruth across the rim of his bowl. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. Youth finds it pleasant sometimes to be melancholy. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son.
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