“I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. ” She looked at him with uplifted eyebrows—a look of whimsical incredulity. Seeing provisions in the window, Jack ventured in and bought a loaf. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses. In Darrell's open features, frankness and honour were written in legible characters; while, in Jack's physiognomy, cunning and knavery were as strongly imprinted. Diane Vorsack tried to disguise the fact that she was livid, her daughter’s buffoonery having driven off the prestigious dinner guests before the after-dinner drinks could be served. Having made a tolerably good meal upon the loaf, overcome by fatigue, Jack turned into a barn in Stoke Newington, and slept till late in the day, when he awakened much refreshed.
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