At this gate two paths meet. She tried for her usual confident tone, but only succeeded in sounding gruff, even to her own ears. It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. Imagine her, putting herself to all this delay and inconvenience for a young wastrel she did not know and who, the moment he got on his feet, would doubtless pass out of her life without so much as Thank you! And it was ten to one that she would not comprehend the ingratitude. His face darkened. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. ‘No one would credit that you are three years older than I. ‘And I have a very good mind to kill you. Anna comes to London. ‘Certainly no one will find it. “You heard no pistol-shot?” “None.
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