Sheppard, raising herself, and looking at him as if her life
depended upon the answer. They
could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. And turning again, as if the emotions she had
churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there
stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. Ruth did not
reply, but stared past the doctor, her eyes misty. If she spoke to a policeman she did not
know what would ensue. She had first picked up the fiddle back when
it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at
it. Ramage,” she cried, “you are outrageous! You understand nothing. I want to stand between
you and all the force and vileness of the world.
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