” He stared at her, trying to guess at the mystery of her thoughts. “Come upstairs,” she said, “and I will show you your room. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. Wily little devil she is. I see them hanging out in the halls together all the time. You don’t understand the fix I am in. I love my husband. Half an hour's labour, during which he was obliged more than once to pause to regain breath, sufficed to make a hole wide enough to allow a passage for his arm up to the elbow. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. . After that night she made it a habit.
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