CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. ” His voice assumed an easy detached tone. “How have you been, my dear? Up to no good, I see. Good-bye. She ought to have written at once and told him exactly what had happened. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. ” “Then you will really give it all up!” he exclaimed. We want to come to the station if this happens, okay? For your own good. . There was a loose button on that coat, and I want to sew it on. ” She shook her head. V. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls.
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