’ ‘Like your father,’ Gerald put in deliberately. She 191 picked up the remote, usurping it of its dividing status between their bodies. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. " "Ah, yes; that's all very well. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. Those awful chairs!" After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of postcards, and Ruth was left to herself.
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