I do not admit the truth of a word which you have said. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. I see. She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt. That's the way she strikes me. But, answer me. After the first violent outbreak of grief had in some degree subsided, Thames addressed him. Amiable and good-looking. Our quarrel's quite over. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible dimple peeped out. She was good to me for the two years I stayed with her, she had a nice apartment in Galveston. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand.
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