The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she stepped back from him quickly. " "For every hurt she has, I shall have two. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless. I needed a man the worst kind of way—a man I could keep for at least six months. When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was talismanic. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. ‘I lived with the Valades for some years. And Ritter’s, too, was very amusing and foreign and discreet; a little rambling room with a number of small tables, with red electric light shades and flowers. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. He gave you a poison.
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