At least, he would always be able to take care of Ruth. The hardest bout I ever had was with a woman—Sally Wells, who was afterwards lagged for shoplifting. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one voice in protest, the other dominant. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground.
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