It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. Your career at the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us ordinary mortals. To donate, please visit: http://pglaf. 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. Looking at this girl, a sense of failure swept over him.
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