Mr. ” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground. Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play the game fair. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. He did not love Ruth. "Put it under my pillow," he said. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol. ’ ‘Pah! Do you think I will run away? Do not be so foolish, and go and fetch him this instant.
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