To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. She snatched about in her mind. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. " There was a brief, breathless pause. He thought he heard a scraping sound as he turned the handle. " Ruth spread out the ruffled skirt, sundrily torn and soiled.
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