This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. A little love from him would be enough. ‘Why do you think I want a man ready to run to me with every move she makes?’ countered Gerald. "I'm not worth it. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. ‘Please to sit, monsieur. ’ ‘Yes, but in fact you’ve offered me far more entertainment than any French spy could have done.
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