Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. It reverberated in the silence. The flat was apparently empty.
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