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His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. Ruth, having decided a course for herself—that of renunciation—and having the strength to keep it, met these advances in precisely the mood they were offered. ‘And what the devil do you mean by demanding that I wait on you here? D’you think I haven’t enough to do handling that caper-witted female’s affairs, without dancing attendance on you?’ ‘Don’t be cross,’ begged Lucilla, much to Melusine’s disgust. It seemed older than Rome, and the stone covering it gave resistance. Not even for Ruth could he do such a beastly thing. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. His smile faded. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. The policeman raised his voice, slightly agitated. "It looks as though, we should go together," he said, pulling her toward him.
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