Come along home, Ruth. He whispered in her ear. She held it by the neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound. "So I did," retorted Mrs. Italians.
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