"I've lost my wager. But you’ve got to lend me forty pounds. I change them in the morning at Cannon Street, and take my book as I come down. Henceforth Ruth would closely observe her fellow women and note the hang of their skirts. She had adored the stupid thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years. “I was frightened then,” she declared. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in.
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