‘Courage,’ urged her spouse. He was entranced as she walked towards him. The thought of them distressed her without subtracting at all from the oceans of happiness in which she swam. For a moment she remained silent. Almost worthy of your own fertile imagination. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. She could tell that he probably wanted to kiss her, but she did not act upon the opportunity. She lunched at a creamery in Great Portland Street, and as the day was full of wintry sunshine, spent the rest of the lunch-hour in a drowsy gloom, which she imagined to be thought upon the problems of her position, on a seat in Regent’s Park. It appeared highly probable to her that he would stop her allowance. "Here's a cross-bite. The halls are on the lookout for something new. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. “Ah!” said Ramage, impressively.
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