It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. A town called Foster. She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful. But I vowed that Ruth should never suffer the way I did—and do. Had he been trying to stop the grim descent, and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap. ” She opened the car door for herself.
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