You should go home today and get some rest. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. "And you would surrender yourself —eh?" "I'll surrender myself at once, if you'll engage to bring him off; and you'll get the reward from old Wood. ” She stopped. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. "I told you I was not unprotected. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance.
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