For a moment she too had started and faltered in her exit from the room. She knew that the stairs they had to negotiate to the vestry were extremely narrow, and she had made her plans. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. Wood heard the cry. It was Doctor Ralph, formerly the partner of Doctor Stickell in the Avenue, and now with a thriving practice of his own in Wamblesmith. They went first to a hotel, and then out again on to the boulevards. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings. She was thinking fast now, all her senses on the alert. The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean.
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