1. He waited. Anticipating this, Wild avoided the shot by suddenly, ducking his head. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness. Come. This done, Edgeworth Bess, who watched her opportunity, slipped out of the Lodge. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. 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. “This is a very foolish sort of entertainment.
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