‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. It’s like this: You want freedom. There will often be six growths in a single palm. That, Sir, is what I call being a Good Samaritan. I guess.
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