“I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. She was sitting on the mean straw mattress that was placed on the iron bedstead in the makeshift cell, while Melusine stood with her back to the door, confronting her old nurse with the truth. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils.
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