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. “It was the night you left Paris. Or perhaps my father once. “Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space. She had a better voice than I, and the rest I suppose is only a trick.
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