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Spurlock slumped in his chair, weak and empty. "Miss Enschede was born on an island in the South Seas. "Mr. Nevertheless it was overwhelming. It made her hungry. We are not altogether strangers, are we? I feel that under the circumstances I have the right to offer you my advice, and if necessary my help. ‘You escape from your own convent, at great personal danger. But what he could do or might do she could not imagine. "What is your name?" "Ruth. There came to Spurlock the recurrence of the grim resolution of what he had set out to do: that comradeship was all he might ever give this exquisite creature; for she was exquisite, and in a way she dominated this picture of sea and sky and sail. Yet he was in a state of hopeless bewilderment. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely.
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