CHAPTER XX. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. “Who?” She asked. Do you indeed remember? The smell of decay and cheap methylated spirit!. Doesn’t matter a bit to me.
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