McClintock would be on hand to tell her how and where to obtain this freedom. He was no Hoddy, but a tremendous man, with hairy arms and bearded face and drink-shattered intellect. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. Ruth drank in these intellectual controversies, storing away facts. ‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding.
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