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CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. My parents refuse to pay for my college. She is the wife now of another man. How can you protect me? Moreover, it is stealing that you have done, and therefore—’ ‘Don’t tell me you expect me to arrest myself again. ToC The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. The lady looked them over in silence, and then pouting lips trembled, dark eyelashes fluttered, and in a broken voice, she pleaded, ‘Honoured messieurs, you will not allow this—this pig, to be thus cruel? He cannot arrest me. The aunt laughed. Wood brought up. It was a fetching gown that stretched tightly in a cream colored swath over her breasts and expanded to a full skirt with a petticoat.
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