She addressed her letters, meditated on them for a time, and then took them out and posted them. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. Why had Ruth married him? A penniless outcast, for she must have known he was that. She lived, he noted, very carelessly. "Don't ask me about it now. He continued tenderly, almost affectionately. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. She crawled over and caught at the skirts of this white woman who understood. Tell me why you ran away from the convent.
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