"You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. \"Would you like some orange juice?\" Larry had already been working outside for an hour, Mike at his side, dragging grass clippings to the compost pile. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. "I should never have been what I am, but for you. ” She had not, she reflected, remembered how prominent his eyes were.
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