Spurlock was by nature orderly, despite his literary activities. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. ‘I don’t know that I dare. He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone.
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