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‘Thought it was downright wicked to keep you ignorant of your proper background. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’ He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. The dog-fox cannot be far off, since the cub is found. " In the living room Spurlock's glance was constantly drawn toward Ruth; but in fear that she might sense something wrong, he walked over to the piano and struck a few chords. The continuity was frequently broken in upon by diversory suppositions. Mutual concessions!—and then to turn it around so that it suggested that an act of kindness might be interpreted as moral obloquy! Walls; queer, invisible walls that receded whenever she reached out, but that still remained between her and what she sought. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head. She was dressed as a white woman should be; and that for the present satisfied her instincts. There was, it might be said, a double illumination.
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