She tried surreptitiously to
reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. "
"Let me have them. White——”
“No more,” Sydney Courtlaw begged, laughingly. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was
difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at
night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret;
that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating
heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings,
a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up,
first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining
some employment in London. But he may remain with
you if he pleases: I sha'n't hinder him. ‘And it is not only a question
of her identity, but a matter of her life as well.
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