His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. His voice now had lost its ironies. Her mouth dry, she made her feet walk on, not daring to utter a word. He then said that if she would not obey him in this course she should “never darken his doors again,” and was, indeed, frightfully abusive. She gently placed the car back upon the ground. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. She was gone. Perhaps that is why I lost my ambition. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. Run along while I rig up and get the part in my hair straight.
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