Presently she was going through a swaying, noisy crowd, whose faces grinned and stared pitilessly in the light of the electric standards. In Larry’s old Cadillac sedan, she sat in the backseat as Larry drove and Cathy sat beside him. But from the first her rather old-fashioned conception of life had jarred with the suburban atmosphere, the High School spirit and the memories of the light and little Mrs. He used to live in a boarding-house in Russell Square. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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