Come along home, Ruth. What had shifted his casual interest was the visible prospect of a party of three who were coming down the packet gangplank. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, and stated that a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be delivered into his own hands. She had also discovered the names of Grimm and Andersen; but at that time she had not been able to visualize "the pale slender things with gossamer wings"—fairies. He must preserve it, however, as they preserved the Ark of the Covenant. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. “The plain common-sense of the case,” he said, “is that we can’t possibly be lovers in the ordinary sense. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. That's the only fault I know of. He is in the secret passage. Then, when the tension was getting unendurable, and she was on the verge of speaking to some casual passer-by and demanding help, her follower vanished. " "All right.
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