Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first time. It did seem germane to the matter that so many of the people “in the van” were plain people, or faded people, or tired-looking people. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. ” “For example?” “Your dyed hair. "In the mean time, with your permission, I'll just make a few minutes of our conversation. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her.
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