She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. . Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. " "What?" "We'll put those stories back into the trunk and never speak of them to him. ” “There is no one else who has a key to your rooms?” “No one except my maid, who is away in Wiltshire. “If you interfere between us,” the man said, “it will go hardly with you. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. Pausing at each door on the landing, Jack placed his ear to the keyhole, and listened intently. "Ruth?" Silence for a moment. 3.
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