To make Ruth pay for it! He wanted to get away, into some immense echoless tract where he could give vent to this wild laughter which tore at his vitals. You see, I’m selfish. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. The wine was sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink excessively of. You do not need my compliments. He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time.
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