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He
lowered himself onto her and entered her slowly, an inch
at a time. It’s a lake among precipices,
and there is a little inn where we can stay, and sit and eat our dinner at a pleasant
table that looks upon the lake. Ruth, having
decided a course for herself—that of renunciation—and having the strength to
keep it, met these advances in precisely the mood they were offered. The old-fashioned dress, with its series
of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned
leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. Her
sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in
front of the television.
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