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. The voices went into his ears but left no impression of their import. Gosse sneered. A dozen words, and he saw Enschede as clearly as though he stood hard by in the flesh.
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