I am tired, and I want to be alone. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. 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. They unloaded Michelle’s sleeping parents who had been propped up in the back seat, necks craned against each other. Then he relaxed back a little, and let the weapon dangle from his fingers. I must have something in hand.
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