She gazed steadily out of the window at that arc of glittering lights. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. My, um, my curfew. A dreamy sense of content crept over him. The idea of Ruth as a talisman against misfortune—which he now recognized as a sick man's idea— faded as his appreciation of the absurd reasserted itself. 1. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. CHAPTER I. The daughters, he had hoped, would be their mother’s care.
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