It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. The wine was sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink excessively of. She wanted to kiss his feet.
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