The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. She could not say a word, much less move. 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. "We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaring fiercely at them. This she put into the trunk. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress.
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