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. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. ” Ann Veronica turned her back on the Michaelmas daisies, and faced toward the house with an air of a duty completed.
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