"On Friday," he replied. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. CHAPTER XXVII. That is why I have dyed my hair, that is why I have abandoned my rôle of ingenuèe and altered my whole style of dress. All at once he saw a way out of the threatening doldrums.
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