There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. “Oh no, you’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” “No Julian. In Hamilton Place that is, like I told you before, miss. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now.
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