’ ‘Where then is your uniform?’ ‘I don’t wear it to balls. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. Tell me exactly what has happened. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. . “Your name and address in his pocket was no delusion,” he said sharply. Born on a South Sea island, she said. ’ ‘No, no, go and fetch the men to the house.
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