How much Mary knew is a mystery. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. “Some afternoon. ’ She set down her glass with a snap. ’ ‘You mean the bookroom, miss. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. Her aunt did not object to capital punishment or war, or the industrial system or casual wards, or flogging of criminals or the Congo Free State, because none of these things really got hold of her imagination; but she did object, she did not like, she could not bear to think of people not having and enjoying their meals.
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