She could not say who, not yet. “Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom. It was at the age of five, when it became clear that she would not be followed by a brother, that he became more distant towards her and stopped adoring her. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. He laughed. As he was about to descend his chains slightly rattled.
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