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 sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. “Uh, can you get me a soda or something?” She said, shielding her exposed teeth with her hand. Whatever those rights may be, whoever I am, my heart is yours. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman.
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