"Here's the door. After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address. Living’s just material. They walked back to 118 hand in hand. I want to love him. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. " Ruth spread out the ruffled skirt, sundrily torn and soiled. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. This is not honourable. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest.
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