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On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. She had lost it. Don’t try to shield anybody or hide anything. Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face, and found him frowning. That was the glorious if bewildering truth. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. It was a moment or two before Gerald, opening his eyes on the girl’s astounded expression, recollected himself sufficiently to pull out of the extraordinary impact she’d had on him. Kneebone, I'll make one of the party. “I hope you’re satisfied. In the afternoon she had considered certain doubts very carefully, and decided on a more emphatic course of action. "I haven't worn anything else in weeks. “Heavens!” she exclaimed. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. From the threshold she looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face.
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