His hand rested heavily and cruelly upon Ruth's shoulder. She arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better.
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