The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. " "Oh, yes I will. It was a tale of battle, murder, and sudden death on the New York waterfront. ” She changed the subject abruptly. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. ” “Far away?” “I have no idea,” Anna answered. “To the young man himself,” he answered, “no! I simply object to his calling here two or three times a week during my absence. . 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.
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