He
was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face,
mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. Turning, she flew for the nearest door. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still
the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the
same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about
them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. So, step by step,
and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody
else. Instead had come this storm, this
shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. . ‘And what is it you’re
to rescue her from, I should like to know. Before very long I hope to have definite work. The service had not proceeded far, when she was greatly disturbed by the
entrance of a person who placed himself opposite her, and sought to attract her
attention by a number of little arts, surveying her, as he did so, with a very
impudent and offensive stare. As a net result she had come to think of all married people much
as one thinks of insects that have lost their wings, and of her sisters as new
hatched creatures who had scarcely for a moment had wings. How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy
face from me?
She came upon the Song of Songs—which had been pasted down in the
Enschede Bible—the burning litany of love; and from time to time she intoned
some verse of tender lyric beauty. “All my dreadful scientific things,” said Ann Veronica. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year.
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