It was grated and crested with spikes, like that he had just burst open, and thinking it a needless waste of time to force it, he broke off one of the spikes, which he carried with him for further purposes, and then climbed over it. He continued thoughtfully. “You come into these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. There was, it might be said, a double illumination. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. They are arbitrary and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful.
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