But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. She pulled him towards the bed. He dropped the key on the counterpane. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears.
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