Ruth was not a woman; she was a phenomenon. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. ‘Now then, missie. "Always plenty to spare. It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream. Michelle’s eyes opened, her body paralyzed. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. If she had once known him, if he were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. Her companion was a person of no inferior condition. But he may remain with you if he pleases: I sha'n't hinder him. I’ve had enough of it.
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