The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. . He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. ‘I thank you. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy.
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