But I
mustn't think of these things, or I shall grow mad. ' Why," said Ruth, "you did not read that
to us. He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. "How are you off there, Shoplatch?" inquired Kneebone. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’
‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the
straw. We stopped for a moment to watch it,
and almost immediately it was turned out. Strange,
I shouldn't know him when he called on me. His mouth was sensuous but his eyes became frenetic. . She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat
and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern
appliance, the electric dryer. As he took his departure, he whispered to the Jew: "Take him dead or alive; but
if we fail now, and you heard him aright in Seacoal Lane, we are sure of him at
his mother's funeral on Sunday.
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