The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. At least, he would always be able to take care of Ruth. "Where?" she cried. "Good work.
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