” He went to the window and fidgeted with the blind, looking out to where the tree-tops of Regent’s Park showed distantly over the houses. "Won't be under an obligation. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. If you live, well and good; if you die, well and good. I did not know what I was saying. "Once there," proceeded Wild, without noticing the interruption, "he's as good as in his grave. You are all that I am or hope to be—the celestial atom God put into me at the beginning. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. Ruth was strong in body and soul. It feels like it. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. And here against a wall were the plumtrees.
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