What do you think of the old tub?" "She's wonderful!" cried Ruth. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. "I cannot do it. I am engaged to sing every evening at the ‘Unusual’ music hall.
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