She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. Wood. Section 3. “Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play with words.
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