The horns were the worst, slipping in and out of tune and rushing the easy sections, fighting everyone else. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs.
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