Taking her limbs was the only thing I could do short of killing her. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find them. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. .
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