To Ruth came that of the great world, her lawful lover at her side; and there would be glorious books into each of which he would unconsciously put a little of her soul along with his own, needing her always. Ownership seemed only a reasonable return for the cares and expenses of a daughter’s upbringing. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. I'll think no more about her. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still.
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