Sheppard raised her hand, and the malediction trembled upon her tongue. His deduction was correct that the beauty of Ruth Enschede could not remain hidden long even on a forgotten isle. Mrs. The assemblage was for the most part, if not altogether, composed of persons to whom vice in all its aspects was too familiar to present much of novelty, in whatever form it was exhibited. But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of satisfaction was not easily restored.
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