She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. That's how I finally got wind of it. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. Lucy stared out to the busy streets beyond. ‘Not in the open street. ! He’ll come a cropper one of these days, if you ask me. " This readiness to surrender the coat to her surprised Ruth. Spurling in alarm. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter it. Fine but strong lines marked the profile: that would speak for courage and resolution. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. “Bother it all!” she swore. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. The impassivity of her features changed at last.
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