‘Don’t lose your temper again. " The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face, and found him frowning. ” She pulled a small blue box out of the pocket of her hoodie. Courtlaw, is it not,” she remarked, with lifted eyebrows.
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