S. Part 3 She dressed carefully for dinner in a black dress that her father liked, and that made her look serious and responsible. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. ’ ‘That is not your affair. Let me walk you to the door. Mild, you know, and boon. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. Even the children jeer. "You do love me?" "God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder. She made up her mind in the train home that it should be a decisive crisis.
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