He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. Dizziness overcame him like anesthetic and he slept. “It’s just that he doesn’t seem like your type. The lady murmured briefly to her husband, and then tucked her hand into Alderley’s arm. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. But all these hours, trying to teach the child wariness toward life, and the moment his back was turned, this! He was, perhaps, still dazed by the inner revelation—his own interest in Ruth. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud.
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