. ‘Could she have been a spy, after
all?’
‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. The entrance was
concealed between two huge boulders within a clump of trees, and was now so
overgrown that no one who did not know of its existence could ever hope to find
it. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons;
fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed
to take repose in a chair. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other,
his amazement indescribable. Ruth drank in these intellectual controversies, storing away facts. He walked with bent head. And yet, as she rose
slowly to her feet and stood looking at him with outstretched hands, a strange
mixture of expressions shining in her wonderful eyes, he realized in some
measure the strength of her determination, felt the utter impotence of anything
which he could say to her. "
"Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately. She had viewed them askance, and without
exchanging ideas with any one else in the world about them. In a side-glance—for
the floor was variously encumbered with overturned objects—he saw one of his
paper weights, a coloured glass ball such as McClintock used in trade. The sun was setting, casting long
dreary shadows across deformed apple trees.
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