I trust that she will not misunderstand me. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. That's the way she strikes me. He rang the doorbell, even though she had already cracked the door for him. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing.
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