"Ruth, you must not come and sit on the threshold. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held her fast. I struck him across the mouth, and across the eyes. " "All right, then. He held in his hands many threads. Every word you utter puzzles me. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying.
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