She had heard the trader utter it many times. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. “Who from?” She met his eye for a second and her heart failed her. ‘Only me name,’ Kimble said apologetically. It’s time she knew. Instead, they lived a Bohemian existence, moving from patron to patron, city to city.
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