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At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on
Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. Together they made their painful way to the door, not
even checking, in the effort this cost both, on what Gosse might be doing. ’
Roding left the house instantly, not even pausing to nod. Her shoulders began to ache. Red velvet curtains
rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy
snap. "
"Murder him!" cried Trenchard shuddering. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. Gerald
sighed. “It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here
beside me. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t
you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and
affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. “One day,” he resumed, “we will start off early and come down into
Kandersteg and up these zigzags and here and here, and so past this Daubensee
to a tiny inn—it won’t be busy yet, though; we may get it all to ourselves—on
the brim of the steepest zigzag you can imagine, thousands of feet of zigzag; and
you will sit and eat lunch with me and look out across the Rhone Valley and over
blue distances beyond blue distances to the Matterhorn and Monte Rosa and a
long regiment of sunny, snowy mountains. What ho! lights! lights!"
And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs. I
wonder whether you would mind, Lady Ferringhall,” he went on, with a sudden
glance at her, “if I tell you that you yourself remind me a great deal more of what
she was like then, except of course that your complexion and colouring are
altogether different. That person advanced towards
him.
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