CHAPTER III. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. Why can’t you let it be?’ Gerald grinned at him. "I'm going back for Ruth. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. That was the glorious if bewildering truth. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night.
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