We will beg our bread and our shelter, and our passage on a boat. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. As she came in this morning she saw that the lamp was still burning in the study; so she stopped at the door. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. Half a minute, Vee. Lucy knocked again.
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