She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. He thanked God for this talent of his. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. " He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. " "No," said Ruth, pulling back.
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