‘Troops?’ ‘Go, man,’ urged the major in an undervoice. I tried to get across the terrace and onto the bridge to introduce myself, but the crowds did not part and I lost you. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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