It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. Perhaps, as you say, I do not really care—but I cannot do it. Her features are the same, yet the change has written its mark into her face. She pawed at him, her hunger for his body making her dizzy with anticipation.
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