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. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. Ann Veronica was carried off her intellectual and critical feet by it altogether, and applauded and uttered cries that subsequent reflection failed to endorse. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. I saw the motor dashed to pieces against the wall, and I saw him pitched on his head into the road. But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy.
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