You care for me a little, I know. "
There had never been, from that fatal hour eight months gone down to this, the
inclination to confess. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let
down the bars to his reserve. The door opened. ’ He called through the library door. The
struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony
he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face
horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. “Here goes,” he said. "
The doctor had entered the room fully determined to tell the patient the major
part of Ruth's story, to inspire him with proper respect and gratitude. Somehow her walk home
with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic
rejection, a slamming.
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