At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade. Ruth loved him. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. To such characters, fine actions are in themselves sufficient. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. ‘Can’t see a thing.
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