“Where am I?” he muttered. Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence. She forced herself not to think of John. Taking the wind was her business in life. Still, she knew instinctively that all of Sidney Carton's life had not been put upon the printed page. She said that your mother was only fifteen when she went to live with them. My foster mom works there as a second job. That really settles about that.
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