But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. Hurry to me, I entreat you. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, and profoundly dark. She drew his penis out of the strange little vent in his boxer shorts. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth.
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