Ruth's mind was fertile
soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things
would spring up and blossom overnight. The Jacobite. She walked over to them still
carrying the trousers in her hands, and stooped to examine them. . I only want to
know the truth, and I will move heaven and earth to have it set aside. . You poor man, what have you been doing to yourself?”
“Nothing except travelling all night,” he answered. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed
open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a
saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the
fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished,
and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. “As a second job?”
“Right about five months ago when Larry fell off the
truck and we stopped seeing each other, Cathy took a
second job.
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