The next door neighbor's dog, chained outside, let out a single bark, but was silent as soon as she turned in that direction, instinctively afraid. Those awful chairs!" After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of postcards, and Ruth was left to herself. But the clearly definite thing was the ultimate escape. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending.
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