The manager twisted his moustache. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters. Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. Hurled over the sides of the skiff, the ruffian speedily found a watery grave. He took up his hat and went. A vein of conviction mingled with his burlesque.
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