"If you touch me I will kill you," said Ruth, grasping the scissors which lay beside the pencils—Hoddy's! The Wastrel laughed, still advancing. “I’m only arguing against your position of what a woman should be, and trying to get it clear in my own mind. You think everything is harmless and simple, and so forth. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. ‘Yes, but I do not know why he should wish to do so, and therefore I cannot permit that he interferes. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. She had never felt so acutely the desire for free initiative, for a life unhampered by others. It was still so dark, that nothing could be distinguished except the heavy masses of timber by which the premises were surrounded; but as they advanced, lights were visible in some of the windows. In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered. " CHAPTER XIX. But I've stacks of books and a grand piano-player.
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