But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. Even were she to get an opportunity to scream, it would be some time before such a call, unprecedented though it might be, brought the nuns so much out of their absorption that they interrupted their prayer to investigate. Shamefaced curiosities began to come back into her mind, thinly disguised as literature and art.
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