To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. ’ Roding started. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. The Tigress went prowling for nut, too. Despair engulfed her at the horrid remembrance that the one particular Englishman she knew to be sympathique did not at all wish to marry her. “Yes, I see that.
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