The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. If only Gerald would come. Now, however, as Gerald watched them, their heads were together and they were murmuring in French. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. “John?” He turned around in the recliner. “Lady Ferringhall, sir. Sometimes we had the Illustrated London News and Tit-Bits.
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