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‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. I might as well try to build a ladder to heaven. What was the wench at? Yet he could not maintain this stand off forever. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. 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. In this state of knowledge you will be horribly, irrevocably, alone. ” She thought more and more along that line. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock.
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