She
complained--and hovered over Ruth with clumsy, gentle hands. She was
afraid somebody might think her tender. She was afraid she might
think so herself. ... The world is full of Mrs. Moodys.
Ruth lay day after day with no change, half conscious, wholly
listless. ... It seemed to Mrs. Moody to be nothing but a waiting for
the end. But she waited for the end as though the sick girl were
flesh of her flesh, protesting to heaven against the imposition,
ceaselessly.
CHAPTER XXXII
If Bonbright's handling of the Hammil casualty created a good
impression among the men, his stand against the unions more than
counterbalanced it. He was able to get no nearer to the men. Perhaps,
as individuals became acquainted with him, there was less open
hostility manifested, but there remained suspicion, resentment, which
Bonbright was unable to convert into friendship and co-operation.
The professor of sociology peered frequently at Bonbright through his
thick spectacles with keen interest.
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