The customary gold band was missing; but a soft gold Chinese ring Spurlock had picked up in Singapore—the characters representing good luck and prosperity—was slipped over Ruth's third finger. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. He had been hard since they had taken their clothes off. It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes.
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