Anna leaned back with half closed eyes. ” TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent. The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no escape. There’s that old gentleman at the end of the table—Bullding his name is. Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet. His lawful wife; but nothing more; beyond that she was only an idea, a trust. . He's the only native I trust in these parts. You have watched all the uncouth creations of my brain come sprawling out upon the canvas, and besides, we have been companions. But I dare not accept it. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture.
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