"It is addressed to my mother," he added, as his eye glanced rapidly over it, "and by my father. ’ He fitted the hat onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. "You must have travelled a good deal to know so much about men. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. " Her ear caught much of the lesson, and many things she stored away; but often what she heard was sound without sense. Man's fate is in his own hands.
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