‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. 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. "It's very well you haven't crushed the poor little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag. “I don’t see quite what your game is, Vee, but I suppose you’ve got a game on somewhere.
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