‘But I was not there. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. "I have just parted from one," said Trenchard. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. It was red and chapped. " Ruth repeated the word, not in the effect of a query, but ruminantly.
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