" Ruth turned back toward the
stairs. ‘To
where has he gone off?’
‘No use asking me,’ shrugged the captain. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. She had found that proof. Michelle looked at her pathetically. She glanced into her companion’s face, and she saw
there strange things. “Is this Montague Street, W. . Bête, she told herself fiercely. The windows of these rooms were obscured
with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their
mantels were of a class apart. She gaped at its
keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned
upright. I wanted something alive. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. She leaves town
to-morrow.
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