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There is turmoil, shouts,
cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite
directions. She came with
such force that she feared he might be pushed out from
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the contractions, which did not happen. So Ruth
took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt
command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving
the threatening pistol. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once
because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her
mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. But I did hear something
else from Leah Goldblum. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a
simple wooden chair. YOU did. McClintock laughed as he gave the letter to Ruth.
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