She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. She put out her hands to avoid his embrace. I owed his father a grudge: that I settled long ago. But then, because my papa had no money, you understand, he sent me to a convent. There was still in his heart that fierce anger which demands physical expression; but he had to consider Ruth in all phases. This charming episode was repeated three times. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience.
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