Do not be a fool, Jacques. I speak frankly, because you also know that no possible extremity would induce me to accept help from any living person. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. The sky periodically pummeled her with hail pellets as she would pass through the deserted intersections. Happily they had no one else to wait for, and it heartened her mightily to think that she had ordered the promptest possible service of the dinner. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. She had hardly noticed the loss of her dagger, so strong had been the waves of relief that attacked her on hearing that Jack had returned from death’s door.
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