Then, if you are bad to me, I can more easily blow off your head. “My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. He pulled her from him to kiss her on the mouth and paused, looking into her face. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. It rather astonished him. Oh, yes; of Ruth herself he knew much; but the more he mulled over what he knew, the deeper grew his chagrin. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated. The hansom drove off.
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