That’s— that’s my private life. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. Profligate women are never reclaimed. Her anger parlayed with her confusion, as she realized that the new marriage was about as optional as the first one and her hunger was growing inside her like a weed.
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