If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence. In the genuinely dissipated face there was always a suggestion of slyness in ambush, peeping out of the wrinkles around the eyes and the lips. Remember that he’s not at all a bad sort, and to speak frankly, he’s your salvation. She was listed for the raid—she was informed it was to be a raid upon the House of Commons, though no particulars were given her—and told to go alone to 14, Dexter Street, Westminster, and not to ask any policeman to direct her. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed.
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