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My garden-close would be a better thing than that. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. “Then you—you will?” A long pause. Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare.
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