CHAPTER XXIII. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. It will be his interest to do so. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ‘Sindlesham? But Gerald has gone out of town to visit that very person. The door leaned inward. The reward is mine. He became a little less en garde. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. ’ He sat looking her over in silence for a moment or two, his thoughts revolving around the name and the way it fitted so exquisitely on quite another set of features. "Remove him to the Middle Stone Hold,—watch over him night and day, do you mind?" "I do, Sir.
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