Ruth came to him directly. " "And why not, old saltwater?" inquired Ben, turning a quid in his mouth. I think I asked if I could eat lunch with her and Trisha Deere one day and she said there was no room at the table. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. But with Gosse and the woman in prison here, there is always the chance that the whole affair may be raked up all over again. You'll find me at supper. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time.
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