It was a clear, lovely, October morning. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. Had he been listening inside? ‘What is amiss?’ ‘That Frenchie, sir. "I don't know," she answered vaguely.
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