"Look at him!" Ruth looked. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. “You must remember,” she said, “that you yourself are responsible for your altered looks. Meantime, the lady had overtaken them; but, terrified by the menaces of her vindictive kinsmen, she did not dare to reveal herself to her husband, of whose concealment on the roof of the very house the party were searching she was aware. She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse forestalled anything she might have said. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently.
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