’ Amusement flickered in Gerald’s breast. If I'd not gone mad, they would have hanged me. She wondered abjectly whether he intended to rape her before she was dead. Dieu du ciel, but where was Gerald? On the move again, she found herself standing before one of the mirrors, gazing into her own countenance without seeing it. For a time they walked in silence. They carried no more than bare subsistence wages; and they demanded all her time and energy. Not even for Ruth could he do such a beastly thing. It struck the major that she was very young. Ruth was not a woman; she was a phenomenon. Then the girl was heading past the inn and Roding marched down to confront her.
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