’ Gerald could not suppress a grin. Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. Prudence attacked her chicken wing. The room seemed a vacuum. She found presently she was out of the dock and confronted with the alternative of being bound over in one surety for the sum of forty pounds— whatever that might mean or a month’s imprisonment. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. ’ ‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun.
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