“Ass!” he went on, still warming. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. “Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space. “I throw it out in passing,” he said. “Don’t!” she begged. It wasn’t long ago that a girl went straight from the farm to her husband, just as soon as her period came and she could make babies. She had the same sharp nose—which, indeed, only Ann Veronica, of all the family, had escaped. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings.
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