‘Come,’ she called. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer. ’ ‘Ah yes.
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