So, not exactly hopefully but earnestly, she returned to the feet of God. He seemed to possess infinite reserves of patience when she refused him or purposely tried to bait and anger him, but his patience only made him seem more sinister. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. The occasion is worth a dash of the grape, lad.
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