human
Ruth, he began, and, because his inclination was to move away, he purposely drew nearer;
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I am sure you meant nothing but kindness in coming to Joyce Lauzoon; I can see that you mean only great good to me--but you cannot understand. You haven't even touched upon the truth. I suppose some people are born complete in the little; they only have to develop. Others are--well--thrown together, and they cannot assume form and shape until by blows and chiselling they come through the machine--moulded. You have always been good and true; what you knew of me, long ago, died and was thrown aside; what little survived, was nourished apart from, and upon a life you have no conception of. I think only lately have I realized this myself. I'm a bigger and a smaller man than you knew, Ruth; I'm stronger and weaker; better and worse,