As they kissed goodbye, she hoped that he felt the same reluctance to part. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. When night fell, he crept into the town of Tottenham. Shoplatch. Nothing is of any concern of ours except the discovery of the man’s identity. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches.
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