The horns were the worst, slipping in and out of tune and rushing the easy sections, fighting everyone else. 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. Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. "And now, shall we proceed to Queenhithe?" "Stay!" cried the other, taking a chair, "a word with you, Mr. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it.
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