He did not love Ruth. He was ruffled, and his ears were red, no
doubt from some adjacent controversy. “The walk has given
me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five o’clock. You can’t go. ’
He gave the gaping Pottiswick a shove, passing him on to his junior, who was
waiting patiently by the kitchen door. When I heard about Larry I was going
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to call you, I was, but, well, there is no excuse, is there? I
acted like I was afraid of you, afraid that I liked you, so I
ignored you like a coward. “I wonder,” she
said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided,
“I’ve written too many already. . You are my prisoner, murderer. Since the discovery of
them, she had been madly eager to read these typewritten tales. This, Wood, acting upon Terry's caution,
was most unwilling to do; but, finding he had no alternative, he reluctantly made
known his errand and the bolts were undrawn.
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