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"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. Call her Miss Pellissier, eh? I tell you she’s my wife, and I’ve got the certificate in my pocket. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. She was fatigued physically and mentally, and neither mind nor body could rest. The villagers were thronging to church. “No, John, you won’t understand. She thought of the marvellous beauty of skin, and all the delightfulness of living texture. "How long shall I be here?" he asked. So, forthwith, without any preliminaries beyond introductions, he began the ceremony; and shortly Ruth Enschede became Ruth Spurlock, for better or for worse. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. Mr.
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