" Just then, the infant began to sob piteously. "I am Owen Wood, at your service. . ‘I try to be. He wondered why she thought love made people happy, and began to talk of the smilax and pinks that adorned the table. 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. ‘It is nothing at all of the kind.
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