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Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. ” “Very well,” Anna said. After all, this could never be the black sheep. She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder. She wanted to scream, but there was no one to scream for. What more was to be done? Frith’s investigations had proved fruitful, and the man was now keeping an eye on Valade. A faint, delightfully humorous smile parted her lips. Men were going hither and thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish, and trying to support the tottering habitations. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on.
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