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He
had
it
in
his
heart
to
wish
that
they
could
possess
,
in
some
small
measure
,
her
goodness
and
glory
.
And
not
for
the
world
could
he
hurt
them
because
of
their
outreaching
.
He
was
not
flattered
by
it
;
he
even
felt
a
slight
shame
at
his
lowliness
that
permitted
it
.
He
knew
,
did
he
belong
in
Ruth
’
s
class
,
that
there
would
be
no
overtures
from
these
girls
;
and
with
each
glance
of
theirs
he
felt
the
fingers
of
his
own
class
clutching
at
him
to
hold
him
down
.
He
left
his
seat
before
the
curtain
went
down
on
the
last
act
,
intent
on
seeing
Her
as
she
passed
out
.
There
were
always
numbers
of
men
who
stood
on
the
sidewalk
outside
,
and
he
could
pull
his
cap
down
over
his
eyes
and
screen
himself
behind
some
one
’
s
shoulder
so
that
she
should
not
see
him
.
He
emerged
from
the
theatre
with
the
first
of
the
crowd
;
but
scarcely
had
he
taken
his
position
on
the
edge
of
the
sidewalk
when
the
two
girls
appeared
.
They
were
looking
for
him
,
he
knew
;
and
for
the
moment
he
could
have
cursed
that
in
him
which
drew
women
.
Their
casual
edging
across
the
sidewalk
to
the
curb
,
as
they
drew
near
,
apprised
him
of
discovery
.
They
slowed
down
,
and
were
in
the
thick
of
the
crown
as
they
came
up
with
him
.
One
of
them
brushed
against
him
and
apparently
for
the
first
time
noticed
him
.
She
was
a
slender
,
dark
girl
,
with
black
,
defiant
eyes
.
But
they
smiled
at
him
,
and
he
smiled
back
.
"
Hello
,
"
he
said
.
It
was
automatic
;
he
had
said
it
so
often
before
under
similar
circumstances
of
first
meetings
.
Besides
,
he
could
do
no
less
.
There
was
that
large
tolerance
and
sympathy
in
his
nature
that
would
permit
him
to
do
no
less
.
The
black
-
eyed
girl
smiled
gratification
and
greeting
,
and
showed
signs
of
stopping
,
while
her
companion
,
arm
linked
in
arm
,
giggled
and
likewise
showed
signs
of
halting
.
He
thought
quickly
.
It
would
never
do
for
Her
to
come
out
and
see
him
talking
there
with
them
.
Quite
naturally
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
he
swung
in
along
-
side
the
dark
-
eyed
one
and
walked
with
her
.
There
was
no
awkwardness
on
his
part
,
no
numb
tongue
.
He
was
at
home
here
,
and
he
held
his
own
royally
in
the
badinage
,
bristling
with
slang
and
sharpness
,
that
was
always
the
preliminary
to
getting
acquainted
in
these
swift
-
moving
affairs
.
At
the
corner
where
the
main
stream
of
people
flowed
onward
,
he
started
to
edge
out
into
the
cross
street
.
But
the
girl
with
the
black
eyes
caught
his
arm
,
following
him
and
dragging
her
companion
after
her
,
as
she
cried
:
"
Hold
on
,
Bill
!
What
’
s
yer
rush
?
You
’
re
not
goin
’
to
shake
us
so
sudden
as
all
that
?
"
He
halted
with
a
laugh
,
and
turned
,
facing
them
.
Across
their
shoulders
he
could
see
the
moving
throng
passing
under
the
street
lamps
.
Where
he
stood
it
was
not
so
light
,
and
,
unseen
,
he
would
be
able
to
see
Her
as
she
passed
by
.
She
would
certainly
pass
by
,
for
that
way
led
home
.
"
What
’
s
her
name
?
"
he
asked
of
the
giggling
girl
,
nodding
at
the
dark
-
eyed
one
.
"
You
ask
her
,
"
was
the
convulsed
response
.
"
Well
,
what
is
it
?
"
he
demanded
,
turning
squarely
on
the
girl
in
question
.
