But as the mystery which surrounded Ruth fell away that which enveloped her father thickened. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. Public school. I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. “I have nothing to say to you.
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