"Perhaps. His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and hung up until noon. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. He was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. Your fingers are even now as stiff as a schoolgirl’s. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. Make haste!" Ruth hurried off to her own room. He would teach her all he knew of life so that if the Hand should ever reach his shoulder, she would be able to defend herself.
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