’ So saying, he pulled her forward, slipping her arms about his back. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. I’m not Gerald, remember. “I am bored,” she said abruptly. He looked at her, hurt. Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song. Lucy inhaled deeply. They both listened intently. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night.
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