Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. There was first the Avenue,
which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an
undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either
side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. Gerald’s chest tightened. ”
“He dated her?”
“Yeah, for all of three months last year. I
knew where I would go next: Florence. But
that doesn’t alter the fact that there IS innocence. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it:
sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had
caught her talking in her sleep. . Just. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. I have healed and
I am still your wife!\" She looked at him desperately, his
eyes illuminated by firelight.
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