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Ruth drank in these intellectual controversies, storing away facts. I suppose I believe in God. “Okay. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. ’ ‘From a convent? Even if I wished to do it, I could not. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Let—it—fall. The gentleman didn't communicate his business to me. She’s big, about 5’10”. But on Sunday he had been obliged to attend to certain matters for the nuns. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience.
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