Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all at the club. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most. He had an air of having told her a deep, personal secret.
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