Her heavy pistol came up again, although she did not rise. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. But perhaps you don't know; there was nothing in the pockets.
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