Ruth was at that stage where the absorption of facts is great, but where the mental digestion is not quite equal to the task. The less she lived, in fact, the better. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. “Please don’t,” she said. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye. He proceeded to the deck, where Ruth and McClintock were waiting for him by the ladder. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. ‘They hold their nose up, so. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. ” “But why?” “He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife.
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