"Well, he's gettin' what's comin' to him," was the sentence. It
showed him that the reputation his father had given him was his to
wear, and that here he would find no friends, scant toleration,
probably open hostility. ... He got no pleasure that afternoon from
watching his cake of metal move backward and forward with the planer-
bed.
When the whistle blew again he hurried out, looking into no man's
face, avoiding contacts. He sneaked away. ... And in his heart burned
a hot resentment against the father that had done this thing. ...
CHAPTER XXIII
Such pretense as Bonbright's and Ruth's is possible only to the
morbid, the eccentric, or the unhealthy. Neither of them was morbid,
neither eccentric, both abundantly well. Ruth saw the failure of it
days before Bonbright had even a hint. After Dulac burst in upon her
she perceived the game must be brought to an end; that their life of
make-believe was weighted with danger for her. She determined to end
it--but, ironically enough, to end it meant to enter upon another
make-believe existence far harder to live successfully than the
first.
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