‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. Moving room to room it was. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. The idea of Ruth as a talisman against misfortune—which he now recognized as a sick man's idea— faded as his appreciation of the absurd reasserted itself. . “Where have you been, young lady? I know your kind, I know you sneak out every night! How long do you think it could go on? You little murdering slut! Whore! I found you out, found your blouse! Evidence! How many of your johns have you killed why you have lived at my house? Huh? They’re going to put you away for a long time, honey. He was damned if he knew what to do.
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