Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. They have no ideas what to do with us. There must be ways of getting rid of him. . ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. ‘And why have you not arrested him? Do not tell me you have allowed him to escape you. . I arranged that he should. Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong enough to proceed upon his journey. He began shoveling dirt over the bodies.
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