Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again. ” He leaned towards her. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. "Sir Rowland, I salute you as your nephew. "Here," repeated her brother.
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