" There was another pause. “I’ll run, too,” she volunteered. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. It had been her home for hundreds of years. Bon. She could not move. "We're forgetting," he said. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. . ‘I suppose I need not ask to which other soldier you refer. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. An old woman took her in.
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