Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. She twisted her fingers tightly. That was supposed to be Madame Valade. ” “It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep.
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