At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked. The candle was shaking in his hand as Ruth appeared in the doorway. The problem had returned, made gigantic by the possibility of Ruth's love. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. The rest of the crowd followed suit with weak laughter. ‘Me and the butler didn’t see eye to eye. I can’t but feel it’s an undesirable complication to drag in the Charvills at this point. She held out both her hands.
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