CHAPTER XXIII
Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. Do you know, I envy you. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young
woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas
cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. I had a vague sort of idea that this was the region where
one finds apartments, so I told my cabman to drive in this direction while I sat
inside his vehicle and endeavoured to form a plan of campaign. "I took the course I pursued to serve you. And what did she do? Not only
did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she
ran away from him. Come!
come!"
"Hear me, mother," cried Jack, "and I will explain to you why the villain makes
this strange and revolting proposal. This also struck her as odd. He hated
horizons. "Thames was always your favourite," observed Jack, as he fastened another
piece of wood on the teeth of the iron stopper. The natural gaiety of the place seemed
to have affected them both. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets
departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. "I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow.
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