Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other. That is what I don't understand. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. ‘Never trust a gun in female hands,’ grumbled Hilary, dropping the nun’s habit and backing to join his friend. ’ ‘Comment?’ she demanded with some heat.
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