" He held out his dry hard hand into which she placed hers. " "Queer birds. ” She smiled at him cheerfully. " No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he fainted. There was—a service. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer. Your mother, for instance, couldn’t. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. He liked to be near me, he liked to be near any female, especially a young female.
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