She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the
houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a
gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. Each of my scholars thinks it his own shirt. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of
somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her
heart. “Suppose I chuck it,” she remarked, standing with the mauve slip in her hand
—“suppose I chuck it, and surrender and go home! Perhaps, after all, Roddy was
right!
“Father keeps opening the door and shutting it, but a time will come—
“I could still go home!”
She held Ramage’s check as if to tear it across. ”
This made her even angrier, so she stopped speaking
to him for a week. ’
‘Who’s bleeding to death?’ demanded Trodger.
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