She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. “I suppose, Vee, you don’t see much of those Widgetts now?” “I go in and talk to Constance sometimes. The blow was scarcely dealt, when, with a bound like that of a tiger, Blueskin sprang upon him. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Sheppard, he turned to quit the churchyard.
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