None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. He took a sip of punch and commenced his relation. She exited solemnly, retrieving and carrying Michelle’s unconscious figure into the forest like a reluctant bridegroom. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. She opened her eyes. First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane.
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