"If you touch me I will kill you," said Ruth, grasping the scissors which lay beside the pencils—Hoddy's! The Wastrel laughed, still advancing. A single glance served to show the thief-taker how matters stood. She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. Suddenly he felt Ruth swing violently away from him, and he wheeled to learn the cause. He looked half at her and half at the sky. ” “I grant you absolution. Very well, I give up.
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