The passion of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort. We'll get together this afternoon; and you can pretend that I am your father. Splendidly. With a little more meat on him, he would be handsome. "All right. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. Still, the respite was sufficient for Spurlock to look about for some weapon. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. “I am too much in earnest,” he answered, “to be able to take this matter lightly. If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything might happen.
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