She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. “Why should I bear the burden of your wickedness? Who knows what might come of it? I shall permit nothing of the sort. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. G'night, kids. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful. To-day is for the sights; the other three days—lessons. I was just like a sort of dummy that does things as it is told—that is to say, as the strings are pulled.
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