He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. But one of these days everything will click back into place. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. I applaud your prudence: it is, however, needless. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too.
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