She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors. But we must not anticipate the course of events. Ruth obeyed, not willingly, but because there was something hypnotic in the authoritative tone. “Please, Michelle, let’s not fight. "Don't look at it, I entreat," she cried. “That was a moment of madness,” she said. Ruth shivered; she was cold. She held her hand to the place where he had slapped her.
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