‘I find you excessively rude. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. Why are you doing all this?’ To his surprise, Melusine relaxed back, emitting a laugh that sounded perfectly genuine. Yes. But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. So, very carefully, he raised her in his arms and carried her to her bed. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen.
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