"Constance is yet living. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. ” She threw away the end of her cigarette. Still unconscious of anything he did physically. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. She lunched at a creamery in Great Portland Street, and as the day was full of wintry sunshine, spent the rest of the lunch-hour in a drowsy gloom, which she imagined to be thought upon the problems of her position, on a seat in Regent’s Park.
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