Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. "And so I want the boy out of the way," he concluded. ‘But if there is one, how in the world did this mystery lady of yours know of it?’ ‘That, Lucy, is precisely the point that has been exercising my mind,’ Gerald said, turning his eyes once more to the group of French exiles in the alcove. ’ It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had given? Ruth something; he could not remember. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold.
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