” “I will have your reason for this,” he said. A modest drinking bout which had its windup in a fan-tan house over in Kowloon, where O'Higgins tussled with varying fortune until five in the morning. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. The rejection caught him like a slap in the face. "She is in his power, and I am here, chained hand and foot, unable to assist her. Sections and pages had been pasted together, and all through both Testaments a word had been blotted out. But with the skill of a fencer he met the blow and broke it, seizing the wrist. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently.
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