Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. If he took a fancy to you, he invited you to the house for tea, bitter and yellow and served in little cups without handles. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. " The hooting was instantaneously changed to cheers. " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover.
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