"My coat!" Ruth did not move but stared astonishedly at the patient. The thing is done. He did not even care for his own inheritance at this place in Wodeham Water. Yes, I think we have thoroughly thrashed that one out. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. Kneebone and his friends would be glad of a little refreshment. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world.
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