Ruth's eyes were wet, but she saw light everywhere: the room was filled with celestial aura. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. But the relief from the strain of her immediate necessities was immense. The daughters, he had hoped, would be their mother’s care. Horrible memories of things seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. What do you think, Annabel?” “I don’t think they would,” she admitted.
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