Jonathan had to feel his way. 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. "You've won your wager. Anyhow, there it is: YOU ARE NOT GOING THERE. She saw her discarded nun’s habit still on the floor and scooped it up. “My arrival appears to be opportune,” he said stiffly.
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