A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. “Go on!” she commanded. ‘Well, that depends. Her aunt leaped unhappily to the thought of penitence. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams.
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