"Sorry you're obliged to keep your word. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. The small Diedermayer clan was a captive audience. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. "My name is Ruth Enschede. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. “Who can tell?” she said. The tension was palpable. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed.
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