The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. The rumor mills churned with the news that he harbored for her no ill will, but was simply too busy in his life to have a girlfriend that wasn’t “serious”. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. So here is your chance, Mademoiselle Charvill.
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