Later on—well then the time may come. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. I was certain of it. Taking the direction pointed out, he rode off. Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. “It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here beside me. She doubted if Manning would even listen to that. She must get to the vestry. Her naked body was an abomination of caked filth and sagging tubes for breasts. What!— you know so little of that child? She ran away from you. And what was singular she did not recount to the doctor that morning's adventure. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches.
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