CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. I ought to be able to think things out. “I don’t have time for this. '" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement. I don't threaten idly, as you know. The mighty concourse became for a moment still. “It’s okay. “It does nothing but sit there. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her.
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