He could not kiss Ruth because the acquired conscience—struggling on its way to limbo—made the idea repellant. She saw her discarded nun’s habit still on the floor and scooped it up. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of the young inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where they formed a rustic concert under the great elm before the door.
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