“Oh, much better. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. Those awful chairs!" After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of postcards, and Ruth was left to herself. “You are a miracle! God spares few from the Pestilence. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon.
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