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Poor Ruth: for a father, a madman; for a husband—a thief! Spurlock rocked his body slightly. The world had grown dark and wide, and she was very small. I suppose we’re all human beings really, but what price the sacred Institution of the Family! Us as a bundle! Eh?. Oh, to face facts! Gods! what a world it might be if people faced facts! Understanding! Understanding! There is no other salvation. She had a nut-brown skin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and a tun-like circumference of waist. But her husband, whose deportment to her was considerably changed since the fatal knot had been tied, paid no attention whatever to her grief. I have never been wrong about the sex of an unborn child. Ruth did not resent the use of her mind and body in this tale of adventure. She hadn't measured up; she had been stupid; she hadn't known how to make love.
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