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’ ‘It is so in a convent, you see,’ she explained airily. Spurlock stared at Ruth across the rim of his bowl. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. The necessity of defending herself and assuming a confident and secure tone did much to dispell the sense of being exposed and indefensible in a huge dingy world that abounded in sinister possibilities. He had put himself before the threshold of damnation; for Ruth was now a vestal in the temple. But the general was turning on him, the hint of emotion wiped from his lined features. Immediately beneath the pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors under sentence of death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to them, and where they formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which curiosity generally attracted on those occasions. That person advanced towards him. "Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. . “You should probably wash all of that stuff off of yourself. " "Mr.
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