Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved. I have given up painting. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. He smiled. Between her and the fair, far prospect of freedom and self-development manoeuvred Mr. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock. There was a man, a boy, and a woman.
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