” She opened the car door for herself. ’ ‘The horse?’ echoed Melusine. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees. Not even, it seemed, this interfering monsieur le major. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. Like appendicitis. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character.
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