"He left an envelope with some money in it. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing. Wood in very characteristic attitudes, occupied a prominent place on the walls. Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. They want some fun, and there isn't any.
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