Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. "Is she married?" he asked, after a brief pause. Let me keep him. So I ran away, blindly, knowing nothing of the world outside. Slowly a mirthless and very unpleasant smile dawned upon his face. It's certain. The light would betray us. . One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. Probably he taught me what a joke was merely to irritate my father; for suddenly Father stopped my going to the store for things and sent our old Kanaka cook instead. "Another such attempt," said the latter, "and you are a dead man.
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