At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. Hilary threw up his eyes. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. "Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. She had never expected John capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre ideas. And why, after all, should she not borrow money from Ramage? It was so true what he said; middle-class people WERE ridiculously squeamish about money.
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