Maybe it’s his loss. In the struggle her cap fell off. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. ” “To a friend?” “To lodgings—alone. No doubt he has been drinking for days without eating substantially, and his heart gave out. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat.
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