" The phrase was new, but Ruth nodded understandingly. ” “Thanks, honey. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. They telephoned that you had absconded with ten thousand, and that if I would make good the loss within twenty-four hours, they would not prosecute. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. I came here to beg you not to sign that contract. Slash and cut as much as you please. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds.
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