‘Kimble, you shouldn’t be here. It’s only as if I’d begun to know you the day before yesterday or there-abouts. ‘You see,’ he pursued blandly, ‘I lead a life of the most intolerable boredom. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers. Ruth loved him. “I ought to have done anything! “What’s a man for? “Friendship!” He doubled up his fist, and seemed to contemplate thrusting it through the window. “Sure, but it’s not like you’re married, you know. This spike is more than half cut through. Visiting? Dressed for it, certainly. At length, the body was brought towards him. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. "He who stands on the verge of the grave, as I do, should never be unprepared.
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