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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. “I don’t know where to go to. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. The clanking of chains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. But one changes the style of one's clothes yearly. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. There he stands. He yelled at the girls for neglected to hand Lucy a pair of shorts or a sweater while they stood around in shock. It was easy enough to lie to anyone else. Everybody breathed a collective sigh of relief in the neighborhood, no one wanted to see how those kids would grow up. He was normal now, and the coat was only a coat. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Gazing at her with eyes blinded with tears, he imprinted one brotherly kiss upon her lips.
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