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’ ‘It’s already known,’ said Mrs Sindlesham, ‘judging by the number of callers we have had these two days. Brendon felt his arm seized. The teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired of. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. In one of the little red circles the doctor had traced that abbreviation. Brendon and Courtlaw who had been watching for her, met her at the door. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors. It did not occur to her that they at least had found a way of earning a living, and had that much economic superiority to herself. They weren’t very chummy with one another but Sheila 113 didn’t expect much from a foster daughter as long as she worked hard, very hard, to earn her keep. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. ’ ‘Don’t count on it. She auditioned and got a summer job teaching violin at the Mozart summer music camp for children, catching the luckiest of breaks. Squire and master. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap.
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