“Ohmigod! You totally sounded like my grandmother just now!” Michelle exclaimed. Gently each time Ruth drew down the arms. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. It was Celeste’s idea. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul.
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