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| You mean makin' b'lieve [[2]]you don't care about them?" Jim queried eagerly.Martin considered for a moment, then answered, "Perhaps that will do, but with me I [[4]]guess it's different. I never have cared - much. If you can put it on, it's all right, most likely.""You should 'a' ben up at R[[2]]iley's barn last night," Jim announced inconsequently. "A lot of the fellers put on the gloves. There was a He went downstairs and out[[1]] into the street, breathing great breaths of air. He had been suffocating in that atmosphere, while the apprentice's chatter had drive[[3]]n him frantic. There had been times when it was all he could do to refrain from reaching over and mopping Jim's face [[1]]in the mush-plate. The more he had chattered, the more remote had Ruth seemed to him. How could he, herding with such cattle, ever become worthy of her? He was appalled at the problem confronting him, weighted down by the incubus of his working-class station. Everything reached out to hold him dow[[4]]n - his sister, his sister's house and family, Jim the apprentice, everybody he knew, every tie of life. Existence did not taste good in his mouth. Up to then he had accepted existence, as he had lived it with all about him, as a good thing. He had nevvc[[4]]er questioned it, except when he read books; but then, they were only books, fairy stories of a fairer and impossible world. But now he had seen that world, possible and real, with a flower of a woman called Ruth in the midmost centre of it; and thenceforth he must know bitter tastes, an[[4]]d longings sharp as pain, and hopelessness that tantalized because it fed on hope.He had debated between the Berkeley Free Library and the Oakland Free Library, and decided upon the latter because Ruth lived in Oakland. Who could tell? - a library was[[4]] a most likely place for her, and he might see her there. He did not know the way of libraries, and he wandered through endless rows of fiction, ti[[4]]ll the delicate-featured French-looking girl who seemed in charge, told him that the reference department was upstair[[4]]s. He did not know enough to |
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