There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. She was nestled under his bedspread. “What the devil do you mean by coming for me like that?” Ennison exclaimed, glowering down upon him. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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