They knew they were all Bogey in disguise. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. But Ruth was his woman, and he had sworn to God to defend her. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. "He lives at Dollis Hill, a beautiful spot near Willesden, about four or five miles from town, where he has taken a farm. We went to the Embassy. S. I'm glad to recognise you. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. If you’ve got anything to say, you must say it to your aunt—” “But look here, daddy!” He flapped the Times at her with an imperious gesture. Not at all. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. “Much as I hate rows, I’ve either got to make a stand or give in altogether.
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