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‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. The idea of Ruth as a talisman against misfortune—which he now recognized as a sick man's idea— faded as his appreciation of the absurd reasserted itself. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. People sat in unusual pews, and a wide margin of hassocky emptiness intervened between the ceremony and the walls. ‘Oh, you may come to me on any mission you like,’ uttered Mrs Sindlesham roguishly.
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