On the second day
out he was helped to a steamer-chair on deck; on the third day, his arm across
Ruth's shoulder, he walked from his chair to the foremast and back. He laughed suddenly, and
released her. ”
His arms were around her. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love
stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother
might have cuddled a child. Kneebone and Winifred. Will you please—Not now, or I
must go. That’s probably true. “It has been a delightful evening
for me. “Why destroy me, child? There are so many secrets I
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could tell you. His conscience never told
him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the
deed itself.
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