‘Now then, missie. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. ‘But that will do for a start. Father— dead. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so. Ruth's arm trembled and her step faltered, but he was too far away in thought to be observant.
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