But, like all your overbearing sex, you must have your own way. Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. Set the boy free. CHAPTER XIV. I can’t even make myself care.
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