Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. Jack had thus been six hours in accomplishing his arduous task. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. ‘Still more would I be so if he had come himself to tell me this.
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