Shari was snoring, the pill having worked its magic. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. "You are Ruth?" "Yes," said Ruth, stirred by anger and bitterness and astonishment. He jumped back, cursing. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT Part 1 Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and summer came with a rush together.
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