Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. 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. She expanded that. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. I’m a desperate young woman.
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