All at once they came to the top, the faded blue sky overhead, and whichever way he looked, the horizon, the great rocking circle which hemmed them in. Only she hadn’t. "You are Ruth?" "Yes," said Ruth, stirred by anger and bitterness and astonishment. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat.
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