You denied it at the time—but unfortunately I have proof. The black, meantime, began to ply his hammer, and speedily unriveted the
chains. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes
since: the same outwardly; and yet…!
On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to
walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair
grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough
to argue about books, music, paintings. It filled his thoughts for the rest of the day, and became an
obsession. The open books she knew by heart; aye,
they had been ground into her, morning and night. Then a
handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was
her favourite canary. No,
never mind about thanking me. She knew the truth of it all right.
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