She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. “I don’t see what else I could have said,” he remarked. At least I can’t talk to them. You are very lovely, Ruth.
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