Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. Gently each time Ruth drew down the arms. “Well,” she admitted. Sometimes a whole morning would pass without Spurlock uttering a word beyond the request for a drink of water. Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. Water sprung from the corners of the school roof, turning it into a gigantic fountain. ” But now she doubted again of the quality of the armistice they had just made.
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