If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything might happen. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. But they were all pretty nearly of the same length, and built somewhat after the model of a boat, having extremities as sharp and pointed as the keel of a canoe. “You’d have to think how to get in between his bones. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. ’ She counted off on her fingers. ‘You have every right to be angry with me.
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