"My father!" she whispered. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. “Don’t!” she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips.
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