The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no escape. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. In the rush of commuters he did not see her boarding his train. It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her. My late husband, I mean.
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