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Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. “How are you feeling?” She asked. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. “Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. " She had no reason to doubt him. It was clear she wanted to get away from home, that she was impatient to get away from home. “Everybody is taking it up,” said Miss Miniver. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. They were enormously pleased with one another; they found each other beyond measure better than they had expected, if only because of the want of substance in mere expectation. If she returns to the house from which we took her, her companions will laugh at her and smother her with ridicule. Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere. ” He said.
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