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Kinney came to himself , and , opening his mouth above the platter wide enough to swallow the remains of the turkey , slapped his leg with the hand that he released for the purpose , and shouted , `` The ruling passion , Bartley , the ruling passion ! '' The men roared ; but Marcia , even while she took in the situation , did not see anything so ridiculous in it as they . She smiled a little in sympathy with their mirth , and then said , with a look and tone which he had not seen or heard in her since the day of their picnic at Equity , `` Come , see what Mr. Kinney has given baby , Bartley . '' They sat up talking Kinney over after he was gone ; but even at ten o'clock Bartley said he should not go to bed ; he felt like writing . Bartley lived well now . He felt that he could afford it , on fifty dollars a week ; and yet somehow he had always a sheaf of unpaid bills on hand . Rent was so much , the butcher so much , the grocer so much ; these were the great outlays , and he knew just what they were ; but the sum total was always much larger than he expected .