She ducked behind a pile of unused drywall. You couldn’t help it. So good an opportunity may never occur again. ’ ‘But that would make her half French,’ Hilary pointed out. She hated the manor. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was talismanic. Presently he became filled with astonishment over the singular fact that Ruth was eluding him in fancy as well as in reality. I don’t know why that should be so acutely humiliating. ‘I do not know your Gérard. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground.
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