"I should call it putting him out of the way. " "Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. “In Paris. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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