CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. Taking hold of the hilt of his own foil, he drew it forth. As in all things, so his thoughts came to him deliberately. “I loathe afternoon concerts, and——” She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft brilliancy of her smile. His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding.
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