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And she had kept her job at Starker's, and meant to keep it for another year or so. Fred wasn't going to have any kids he couldn't provide for. Ranny's case had been a warning to him. And Ranny's case was lamentable that winter, after he had paid for his suit. They lived almost entirely now on hampers sent from Hertfordshire.
It was not for nothing that he had been born over a chemist's shop in Wandsworth High Street. He kept his back to Winny as he stood there by the window. "The bi !" A bad word, a word that he would not for worlds have uttered in a woman's presence, half formed itself on Ranny's lips. He turned. "Well," he said, aloud, "I am Let's throw the filthy things away. They're poisonous."
It would have seemed to him abominable to risk it, to wait on, as fellows did, on the off-chance of a reprieve, till she came to him, poor child, with her whispered tale. That, to Ranny's mind, was where the shame came in; not in the fact, but in the compulsion of the fact. It was intolerable that any man should have the right to say of his own wife that he had been forced to marry her.
To think of her waiting for him like that for a fellow she'd never met before in Oxford Street at closing-time! How did she know that he wasn't a blackguard? Supposing it had been some other fellow? Ranny's muscles quivered as he thought of Violet's innocence and Violet's danger. All this was luminously clear to Ranny.
And here, by the winning-post, well in the front, having been there since the gates were open, were Maudie Hollis and Winny Dymond, in flower-wreathed hats and clean white frocks. Behind, conspicuous in their seats on the Grand Stand as became them, were Mr. and Mrs. Randall, and with them was Ranny's mother. For all these persons there was but one event the Hurdle Race.
Ponting, the assistant; and they went out. As they were going down the High Street, her thoughts reverted to Ranny's awful outburst. "Ranny, I wish you hadn't spoken to your uncle like you did." "I know, Mother but he set my back up.
He shut the lid down tight on the smell and took the box and hid it in the cupboard where his boots were, where the smell couldn't possibly get out, and where the very next day his mother found it and received some enlightenment as to Ranny's state of mind. But, like a wise woman, she kept it to herself.
They behaved in all ways as if the ghost of a dead Violet sat in her old place, facing Ranny. The feeling, embraced by each of them with the most profound sincerity, was that Ranny's bereavement was irreparable, supreme. Each was convinced with an inassailable and immutable conviction that the thing that had happened was, for each of them, the worst that could happen.
Quin, receiving no answer to his question, carefully helped Madam up the steps and into the house, where black Hannah was waiting to receive her. "You can't come in," said Madam gruffly. "I am tired. I will see you some other time." "All right," said Quin. "What time shall I come Saturday afternoon?" "Saturday afternoon? Why then?" "To go out to Mr. Ranny's farm."
At the eighth and the ninth hurdles he rose gloriously and alone; Booty dropped with a dull thud a yard behind him. Putney and Wimbledon were nowhere. Nobody looked at them as they went lolloping, unevenly, dejectedly, over their seventh hurdle. And now Booty was catching up, but the race was Ransome's. He knew it. Booty knew it. The field knew it. Ranny's mother knew it.
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