. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. I have a new cult to teach, a new enthusiasm. The fair boy in the audience who had waved was yet another suitor. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. " And, with this generous resolve, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Arrest! arrest! help! help!" seconding the words with a shrill and peculiar cry, well known at the time to the inhabitants of the quarter in which it was uttered.
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