The Vorsack house bore the stamp of Diane in every visible spot. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. 2. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. . She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. I ought to stay the night through; but I'm late now for an operation at the hospital. ’ You used to declare that you hated the name. The chamber rang with her shrieks.
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