” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. ‘But you will not be in a convent. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. ” Michelle said sassily. ” “And our destinations also, it seems,” she added, smiling.
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