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Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. ‘What the devil for?’ ‘Messenger,’ Gerald explained. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. Joyous, she felt the need of physical expression; and her body began to sway sinuously, to glide and turn and twist about the room. Of course this thing was absolutely impossible. But I swear she ain’t told me nothing more, sir.
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