“I will take a carriage,” she said, “and fetch my things. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint. 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. As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. And they had an idea of what men were like behind all their nicety. Something draws everybody. Hitherto in the world’s history there had been precursors of this Progress at great intervals, voices that had spoken and ceased, but now it was all coming on together in a rush. Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber.
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