But she felt his lax figure become rigid. “John, we should be getting out of here. ” “Only you won’t let me live. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up. A dressing-room then. She and Courtlaw drove homewards together. But he dismissed that because then she would ask her lover and not him all these things. “I’ve got bad faults. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. Ruth took hers in the sea, but was careful never to go beyond her depth because of the sharks. Every one else does. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too.
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