What of that?" "Vot 'o that!" echoed Sharples, peevishly: "Everythin'. I'll be outside the hotel at nine-thirty. Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until high up in the twenties. Such was the terror inspired by Wild's vindictive character, that few durst face him who had given him cause for displeasure. 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. She shuddered.
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