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” She looked at him quizzically. ” He stroked her hand gently. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she stepped back from him quickly. ’ ‘I have English a little,’ the girl offered, her voice shaking as she essayed a smile and sank into a curtsy. . Best assured of that. Melusine soon found herself seated at a table, with a dirty piece of paper in front of her, and a badly mended pen between her fingers. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. This lady was singularly lucky in her matrimonial connections. The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no escape. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers.
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