Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. . " Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek. He fixed it. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. Oh, cuss it!” “Eh?” “He said I would. I've no doubt he's as honest as either of you. ” He closed the door partially behind himself. " A deep indignant groan followed. What he did not know was this: Ruth surrendered these little secrets because the doctor had warned her that the patient must be amused and interested.
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