” His lips tightened, and he frowned with solemn resolution. " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. I'm neither an infidel nor an agnostic, so I'll content myself by saying that the hand of God is in this somewhere. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe. F. Ruth could tell the doctor; she could bare many of her innermost thoughts to that kindly man; but there was an inexplicable reserve before this young man whom she still endued with the melancholy charm of Sydney Carton. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky.
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