‘You speak as if you expected to
meet her again, Gerald. Well, kill me. He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. Not like my father. “Do you want to ruin me? I shall
walk back. “I have given it up,” she answered. Don’t leave me in this beastly thing. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws
cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to
bodily cleanliness. For the first time a
definite doubt possessed him. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of
your voice makes me drowsy. "Agreed," responded the Master. Here was no crooked soul; a little
weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of
freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. "
"I am almost afraid to utter it," said Kneebone; "but Thames Darrell is
murdered. The room was dark and dusty.
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