Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door. “I wonder,” she murmured to herself, “if this is the beginning. " "I'm satisfied with your assurance," replied the carpenter, drily. “Okay. He wondered if, after all, McClintock wasn't nearest the truth, that Ruth was one of those unfortunate yet innocent women who make havoc with the hearts of men. What!— you know so little of that child? She ran away from you. \" 49 She greeted him as he scanned her from head to toe, absorbing the lines of her figure as he was doing systematically with every other female in the parking lot. She knew Martha would not ask anything that she did not wish to know.
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