RUTH IS HONEST For three days Nathalie had been like a captured animal, bewildered by her confinement. She kept to herself as much as was possible. She sat in her room, looking out over Regent's Park, watching the stripped branches writhe in the wind and rain (the weather now was terrible) and hearing the cries of the animals in the Zoo. Their cries were hers. She did not know how to get out. She had lost her trust in herself, and she did not know how to regain it. All her life it was this upon which she had especi…
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