David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. That’s all about it. His deduction was correct that the beauty of Ruth Enschede could not remain hidden long even on a forgotten isle. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America.
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