She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. The beachcomber, the lowest in the human scale; and some day he would enter into this estate. He read the Times with an unusually passionate intentness, and then declared suddenly for the earlier of the two trains he used. "You see?" Ruth said.
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