To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. “I must take them,” she said, to help herself over her own incredulity. Anyhow, that is how things are. “My word holds,” she said.
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