The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. ” She awoke out of a doze, as though she had never been sleeping. When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely.
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