Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. The South China will be dropping to a dead calm, and I want to use canvas as much as I can. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. ‘Merci, dieu. She will tell you all the story while I am gone. ***** October.
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