Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. I love him as a brother. ‘I’ll handle her better alone. . She would not sleep for fear of losing a moment of that sense of his proximity. Ruth drank in these intellectual controversies, storing away facts. He pressed the bloody wrist into her mouth, and she though she could not feel it or 72 control it, she knew she was being made to swallow. Like the Valades, I imagine.
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