"I'm sorry, Mr. Sheppard!" echoed Jack, surprised out of his caution. "I wonder," said Ruth. "I shall value it highly, and will promise never to part with it. “Anna!” he exclaimed hoarsely. “I know nothing about your wife. ’ ‘I am relieved to hear it. ’ ‘Oh, have you?’ grunted Gerald, surprising in himself a surge of some odd emotion at these words. Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers. Two persons possessing a more comfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. But you have not finished surely. I am sorry, but you have spoilt me. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle.
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