] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. “I shall leave the flat to you and go to a hotel. After Gwen!” “I sent a telegram.
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