‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. “Then I don’t take this as final. ’ Melusine shrugged, and crossed to the plain door beside which hung a bell. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. I shall have to discover one suitable. Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. People think it is, but they are wrong.
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