The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. That was Leonardo’s motto. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. "Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. It doesn’t seem to matter. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. It’s not a bit of good pretending there’s any Higher Truth or wonderful principle in this business. I came to the Beck’s house. Only in her eyes there seemed to be some apprehension of the fact that the young man’s clothes and manners were alike undesirable things.
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