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"You are Ruth?" "Yes," said Ruth, stirred by anger and bitterness and astonishment. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. ‘Did you see the man?’ Gerald asked. From me. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left. Then he got up and left her. ” “I don’t think it makes a rap of difference, except for one thing. Spurlock. 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.
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