She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. He tried this sentence with expletives. ’ ‘That old fool? Why my brother kept him on I shall never know. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Her head swam. On the whole, I think that I have been disappointed with the life here. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. She could no longer wait.
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