We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. To make Ruth pay for it! He wanted to get away, into some immense echoless tract where he could give vent to this wild laughter which tore at his vitals. 1.
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