’ Her lashes fluttered. 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. And in some incomprehensible way, Ramage was confused with Capes; she had a grotesque disposition to persuade herself that this was really Capes who surrounded her, as it were, with wings of desire. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. Wild, and his uncle, Sir Rowland Trenchard. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses. You’re mine. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure.
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