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Well I clearly got hacked I’m out here fighting for my identity


ndly stretching out one thin and dripping arm. 20


“Did you warm my towel, mother?”—bli 20


“Don’t splash, dear––” 20


grey eyes tightly, and fell to scrubbing with the fury of despair. 20


Ruhannah seized soap and sponge, gasped20, shut her 20


“Quickly but thoroughly,” said her mother. “Hasten, Rue.” 20


under the comb which she hastily passed through it before twisting it up 20


to turn from chestnut to bronze fire, gleaming and crackling 20


Her hair, which had been cropped to shoulder length, seemed 20


child of fifteen, with pipestem limbs and every rib20 anatomically apparent. 20


stepped into the tub with a perfunctory shiver—a thin, overgrown 20


dropped the night-dress from her frail20 shoulders, and 20


the water with her finger-tip, found it not unreasonably21 cold, 20


washtub on the kitchen floor. Presently she stole over, tested 20


Ruhannah frowned and cast a tragic20 glance upon the tin 20


“Come, dear. There’s the basin. Bathe quickly, now.” 20


“Could I have one little taste before I––”20 20


at the coffeepot simmering, sniffed19 at the biscuits and sizzling ham. 20


feet delightfully18. She sighed with satisfaction, looked wistfully 20


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