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On the second day out he was helped to a steamer-chair on deck; on the third day, his arm across Ruth's shoulder, he walked from his chair to the foremast and back. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No. “It is strange that we should have met Annabel,” she said. “It’s a new phase in the life history,” he remarked. ‘I know,’ said Prudence Sindlesham, sympathy in her tone. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. It felt wonderful and golden to bask in the sunlight of their approval, even if their approval was fickle and dangerous. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. Her defence ceased rapidly to be in any sense ladylike, and became vigorous and effective; a strand of black hair that had escaped its hairpins came athwart Ramage’s eyes, and then the knuckles of a small but very hardly clinched fist had thrust itself with extreme effectiveness and painfulness under his jawbone and ear.
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