She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. “Gross. The original passage, Martha had told her, had led only from an upstairs room to one downstairs. ” “I promise,” he answered heartily. He handed Ruth a letter. It wasn’t so much women as Woman that engaged his mind. Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders. It was a work of no slight danger, for every instant a wall, or fragment of a building, came crashing to the ground. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled.
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