” “Well, you can’t say you’re a failure there,” Lady Lescelles remarked, smiling. ” He took them out and showed her. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. “Of course,” said Miss Miniver—she went on in a regularly undulating voice —“we DO please men. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. So Ruth took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. I did not reckon upon—him.
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