” She nodded. "I am very wicked," she said. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. She nursed at his neck as he peacefully slumbered through being killed. The only thing that was louder to her was the beating of his heart. There are way-stations—even terminals. I guess. Nothing else matters. He refused his food,—and even when better provisions were offered him, rejected them. Thank him, not me, man. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been. Even that he sleeps, I must give to him my thanks, for he has been excessively brave for me.
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