Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. She could not help but swoon a little. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. I don’t.
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