Annabel, I was lying. What marriage really meant (aside from the idea of escape), Ruth had not the least conception, no more than a child. Hot coffee and cakes were sent in to them in the morning by some intelligent sympathizer, or she would have starved all day. And so, here we are, right back from where we started. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. “I’m sorry I told you that, Michelle. I told you no good would come of it. ’ ‘No, no,’ the other lady assured her with a twinkle. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. God help me.
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