“I have a letter for him from his brother, which I was just leaving. The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Here they remained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and their steeds, they left the house. My mom doesn’t realize that I’ve got my own style. Obeying some fine instinct, she had come to the prison in a dark veil, but she had pushed this up to kiss Ann Veronica and never drawn it down again. I don’t know anyone. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Ants.
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