She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. He handed Ruth a letter. And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. "Why do you ask?" rejoined the other haughtily. Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or prospered equally.
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