He never felt any need to explain himself. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. ‘Gabbling and muttering in a foreign tongue, that’s what I heard, sir,’ had declared the gap-toothed ancient, when he told them of the initial foray he had made, sneaking around the house in the dark. She forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. ” Anna’s eyes were a little dim as she poured out her coffee, and the laugh she attempted was not altogether a success.
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