Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. “Oh, that. His eyes never left her face. She interrupted. ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. It's so stuffy—and all that tobacco smoke!" He inspected his watch. Pig? By George, every one of them looks like the other; and yet each one attacks the source of supply with a squeal and an oof that's entirely different from his brothers' and sisters'.
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