CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. ” Drummond, a few years older, dark, clean-shaven, with bright eyes and humorous mouth, laid down his paper and turned towards Sir John. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. “It’s the spring,” he said. They compromised at length on the science course at the Tredgold Women’s College—she had already matriculated into London University from school—she came of age, and she bickered with her aunt for latch-key privileges on the strength of that and her season ticket. ’ ‘But—’ ‘You’ll get her all over blood again. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide.
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