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“It was a plot amongst them all to humiliate her. " This expression was old in Ruth's ears. With thinly veiled glee, Michelle described a rumor she had heard about John at a recent party. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. He called it "The Man Who Could Not Go Home. He had fallen off when trying to tie down his aluminum paint ladder. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. I can see that you were somebody, in another day. ‘But you have told them that I have been disguised, no? That I have broken into Remenham House, and—’ ‘No, no, child, don’t be alarmed,’ said her great-aunt, her tone soothing.
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