To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. Spurlock began to watch for Ruth's coming in the morning; first, with negligent interest, then with positive eagerness. " Quarter of an hour later O'Higgins stepped off the gangplank. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. Are you prepared to do it?” Her hands clenched. “In any case you will never receive any different sort of answer from me. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. His eyes were red. ‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly.
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