She glanced at him and made a dismissive gesture. No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. It lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full. CHAPTER XXI. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all.
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