“Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. "I've set a trap for him. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. ‘I may have been only a secretary, but times are changing. “I dare not,” she answered. She felt her forehead repeatedly break out in a light sweat. She lived, he noted, very carelessly.
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