" The spinsters had no counter-philosophy to offer; so they turned to Ruth, who had singularly and unconsciously invested herself with glamour, the glamour of adventure, which the old maids did not recognize as such because they were only tourists. The thought of beauty became an obsession. She had not thought anything could equal her despair at that moment. ‘We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. Shari would know what to do, but Shari was out with her friend Lisa. Kneebone invariably takes part with me, when any trifling misunderstanding arises between us. Her mother informed her of the betrothal on the first painful day of her menarche, shortly after her eleventh birthday. ‘Damnation!’ Confused, he released her, and in an instant she had darted away and was running down the garden. So I asks the maid a few questions like, and it seems it ain’t Mister Charvill they’re going to visit again, but General Charvill. Diedermeyer, sweetheart? He just went in. One glance swept across the place and it was immediately apparent that Pottiswick had not, this time, been mistaken. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable.
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