She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics. It depresses one, you know. 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. The change in her face was not a pleasant one. He could not kiss Ruth because the acquired conscience—struggling on its way to limbo—made the idea repellant. If the boy had done anything wrong back there in the States, his would be the brand of conscience to pay him out in full.
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