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‘But who was he, Gerald?’
‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is
worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. Spit of your mother. "But I tell you frankly, and Mr. “I am bored,” she said abruptly. "You are Ruth?"
"Yes," said Ruth, stirred by anger and bitterness and astonishment. The Widow and her Child. This path, bordered on
each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them
to a stile. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled
up too. Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted.
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