’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. I’m off to England. ’ Taken aback, Gerald let out a short laugh. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. “Okay. Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley. I hoped for a family like the Becks and I waded through the system until I got them, so maybe life isn’t so damn hopeless after all. Those awful chairs!" After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of postcards, and Ruth was left to herself. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. Like stealing.
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