"She is. “What makes you ask such a question, Vee?” she said. All his dreams shattered in an instant. You will go to London?” “It is necessary,” she answered. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. This unexpected interpolation might spoil the efficacy of all that had gone before. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. And I'll have supper with you. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room.
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