She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. Ruth drank in these intellectual controversies, storing away facts. You will stop at once. It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities. She recoiled. He held her eyes. She would have to leave very soon. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue.
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