Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. Ruth shivered; she was cold. It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. A big breakfast is healthier anyway, so they say. 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.
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