She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. "I've done nothing to offend you," persisted Jack. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face. He understood now that it was a part of her inheritance. "My little fancy man's quite as fond of me as of you, Bess. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember. Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's.
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