Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber. ” He dropped his eye-glass with a clatter. The order was promptly obeyed, and the horses proceeded at a furious pace along the Edgeware Road. So, adroitly and patiently, he pulled Ruth apart; that is, he plucked forth a little secret here, another there, until he had quite a substantial array. "We must keep still. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. ’ ‘That’s odd. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. At any rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself about inside her head within a yard of him. But you must promise me not to go near that abandoned hussy at Willesden.
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