To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. What was the matter with the dress? She could not see. ” “I didn’t understand—your idea of making love. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. There was still something very wrong with Michelle that was not resolved by her revelation about her true feelings about Mike. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. Then a roar of hisses. She could not explain in words why they disappointed her or that she was disappointed. She could not help herself. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said. ’ ‘What? But—’ ‘Precisely, Hilary.
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