It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. She had set out to get a beautiful life, a free, untrammelled life, self-development, without counting the cost either for herself or others. Wasn't the river beautiful under the moonlight?" "We did not leave our cabins. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind. Presently. They feasted every day and ate all sorts of fresh foods grown in the expansive gardens teeming with vegetables and fruits. "Yes.
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