“Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. ’ Gerald tutted. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. ’ ‘Your husband?’ Gerald tutted. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead.
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