"Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment. ‘Jacques, you have been very much my friend. Beck, it smells wonderful in here. ” And she knew that she was safe. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. Footman or some such. To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. It seemed to her at this moment that there was nothing left for her to do.
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