There was the same airy grace of movement, the
same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. He felt her relaxation and let go of her wrists. It
came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly
fantastic sort of dream. I
will take her away and make her serve me as my wife. She made up her
mind in the train home that it should be a decisive crisis. Indeed, I've heard him say that, but for
his wife, he would shelter her under his own roof. ‘Do you swear it? There’s
no knowing if one can believe you. With me
behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And
just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate
intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally
distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson
ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. "Go on first with the light," he said. "
"That was my doing, dearest," urged the carpenter; "I was afraid if you saw her
that some such scene as this might occur. “No, she just worries that I’ll go Satanic and start
chomping the heads off of bats and mice or something. My late husband, I mean. By rights I ought to have arrested her
days ago.
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