By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid as much attention as it was in his iron nature to pay. By this time, he had apparently accomplished all he desired; for moving the bottle out of Jack's reach, he appropriated it entirely to his own use, leaving the devoted lad to the care of the females. I'm speaking of virtuous women—of WIVES, Madam. It was the same Bios whose nature and drift and ways and methods and aspects engaged them all. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt.
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