CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. She leaned a little towards him. “What the hell. Mr. Wood, who were, furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own. I’ll show it to you later. ToC London, at the period of this history, boasted only a single bridge. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. Wood is now in very affluent circumstances. Stanley wanted to object strongly, but as he could not immediately think how to put it, he contented himself with a grunt, and the motion was carried.
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