She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. He would sit in his inner office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with her when he met her face to face. " At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters. Certainly I never met him. I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days. Mr.
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