His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. ” She suddenly caught hold of his shoulders and drew him down towards her. All this muddle to placate his conscience! "Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand.
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