All right. ” Anna was bewildered. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. ’ ‘I am not the imbecile you take me for,’ Gerald said with dangerous calm. She should be lifted out of her narrow little life, and it should be all owing to him. May I ask the nature of your interest in her?” He hesitated. But perhaps you don't know; there was nothing in the pockets. "Don't you hear those shouts? Yon fellow's clamour has brought the whole horde of jail-birds and cut-throats that infest this place about our ears. "Go to lunch," he ordered Ruth. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. ’ He clenched his fists and grew red in the face. ” There was a long silence.
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