You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. It was no marriage at all. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour. The atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs. She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer.
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