” She refused. Presently she saw Spurlock on the way to the lagoon. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. ‘That I do not yet know. ‘Let us go elsewhere and discuss the matter. ’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow. She approached a soft-looking bespectacled girl she had seen once in the halls and noticed for her haunted look. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as Miss Miniver. Having seen his mistress safe down, Jack instantly descended, leaving the best part of his clothes, as a memorial of his flight, to the jailor.
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