She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse forestalled anything she might have said. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. ‘You heard Gosse—I mean, the man you know as Valade?’ ‘Clear as day, miss,’ he uttered.
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