It was immediately opened by a man with light eyelashes and a manner suggestive of restrained passion. Ruth, having decided a course for herself—that of renunciation—and having the strength to keep it, met these advances in precisely the mood they were offered. K-kimble, sir,’ stammered the lad. “Is your husband here to-night?” he asked. . She entered quietly and padded up to her shared bedroom. Annabel was in hiding all the time. It was a cheerful, irresponsible, shamelessly hard-up family in the key of faded green and flattened purple, and the girls went on from the High School to the Fadden Art School and a bright, eventful life of art student dances, Socialist meetings, theatre galleries, talking about work, and even, at intervals, work; and ever and again they drew Ann Veronica from her sound persistent industry into the circle of these experiences.
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