When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. “It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one doesn’t.
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