It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. She crawled over and caught at the skirts of this white woman who understood. Perhaps an hour later he would begin again. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. ’ ‘What, Madame Valade?’ demanded Gerald. Giles's church, the bell of which continued tolling all the time, passed the pound, and entered Oxford Road, or, as it was then not unfrequently termed, Tyburn Road.
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