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Fiercely defensive, as usual. Come along home, Ruth. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. Everything was going to hell. By a tacit agreement they ignored the significant thing between them, ignored the slipping away of the ground on which they had stood together hitherto. She put her mouth on him.
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