The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. The idea of Ruth as a talisman against misfortune—which he now recognized as a sick man's idea— faded as his appreciation of the absurd reasserted itself. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. It was a castoff of Shari’s from her brief obsession with sewing.
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