These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her island. The longing to talk to someone! But in the end she had gone to her room without giving in to the craving. You're in luck to-night, widow.
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