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I was orphaned a long time ago. What was the old tabby at? Unaccountably embarrassed, he cleared his throat. So far as I am concerned, I am just now a hopeless nonentity. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. “Only—I have come face to face—with something terrible, and wholly unexpected trouble. It was bleeding again. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on. But that was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of vast unexampled release. A paralyzing horror was upon her. ’ ‘I don’t know,’ confessed Gerald. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them.
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