But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. \"Where have you been, young lady?\" Mike crooned, a large grin on his fat Irish face. On beholding the intruders, his fears changed to exultation, and he uttered a roar of satisfaction as he glared at them, which could only be likened to the cry of some savage denizen of the plains.
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