It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that. There was still the pity of understanding in Ruth's eyes. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. And, come what will, I'll balk him of the satisfaction of hanging me. This was an imitation of the noises made by the carnivora at the Zoological Gardens at feeding-time; the idea was taken up by prisoner after prisoner until the whole place was alive with barkings, yappings, roarings, pelican chatterings, and feline yowlings, interspersed with shrieks of hysterical laughter. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell, I've no heart for it.
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