Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. So long as he lived, Spurlock knew that in fancy he would be reconstructing that scene between himself and Ruth's father. A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. We can take our things up with us and stay at the Continental or the Ritz.
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