The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. This is my friend, Mr. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. Why doesn’t she marry? Plenty of money under her father’s will. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort.
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