. "Not dangerously, I hope," returned Thames; "but fly—save yourself. You’re tired, of course. . " Gently she thrust Ruth aside. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp.
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