” “For what?” Lucy asked. She refused to eat. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. He was no Hoddy, but a tremendous man, with hairy arms and bearded face and drink-shattered intellect. Gosse cursed him finely, of course, but there was nothing he could do. Michelle seemed so innocent and sweet. What he did not know was this: Ruth surrendered these little secrets because the doctor had warned her that the patient must be amused and interested. It is impossible. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. Ann Veronica was one of the few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. What right had a young woman to possess the scarring and intimate knowledge of that dreg of human society, the beachcomber? CHAPTER II Ah Cum lived at No. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again.
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