She moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing against her panties under her skirt. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. “Where is she?” He would yell even louder until she was sure that people in faraway fishing boats could probably hear him. Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. ’ She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow tears were tracing down her cheek.
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