Before the Monroes I was placed with a single woman,
Leslie Cavendish. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small
edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided
in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his
own. About two weeks ago. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about
everything since I was sent to this prison. I thought Bess
would have cried her pretty eyes out when she heard you was nabbed. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line?
We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. But with Gosse and the woman in prison here, there is
always the chance that the whole affair may be raked up all over again. That was the glorious if
bewildering truth. Whenever I feel particularly gregarious, I take the launch and run
over to Copeley's and play poker for a couple of days. "
"For a bit of kindness?" Ruth was plainly bewildered. ’ Gerald sighed. What’s your name?” He asked
in return. She stepped back quickly, and her
hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. ’
‘Yes, but I do not like to scrub the floor and peel the vegetables and feed the
pig.
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