The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight. Obviously he is still interested. But when Ruth's hand fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that no one in this house would ever offer him a kick. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. ’ ‘And me,’ came the guttural response, ‘I will certainly murder you the very next time I am compelled to see your face. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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