The parlour was cluttered but cosy. . They reached Wimbledon, and Ramage whipped out to hand Miss Stanley to the platform as though she had been a duchess, and she descended as though such attentions from middle-aged, but still gallant, merchants were a matter of course. She screamed involuntarily—she had never in her life screamed before—and then she began to wriggle and fight like a frightened animal against the men who were holding her. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. “For me there is no second turn. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. ’ ‘No, no, go and fetch the men to the house. ‘Yes, very rude,’ agreed the major. Ruth was not a woman; she was a phenomenon.
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