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CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. It was something you were supposed to return, so she raced through all the television shows that she had watched over the years. Maggot. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. Perhaps I ought to have let you order the dinner, but I think I got through it pretty well. " So saying, he slung it upon his wrist. They confronted each other, barely feet apart, neither apparently any longer aware of anyone else in the room.
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