The girl’s eyes never left his face. I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. At least I can’t talk to them. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. But I can give it its name now. "Ruth!" She had gone to the door, aimlessly, without purpose.
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