“It was poison—why not?” she answered. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. Oriental rugs adorned the sea of shiny hardwood floors, kept polished with an eye for detail that bordered on Japanese. “You, too,” he said abruptly. Blueskin goes with me. Her parents have more money than God. She lived, he noted, very carelessly. “In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my world as I found it.
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