He handed Ruth a letter. CHAPTER XV. Sections and pages had been pasted together, and all through both Testaments a word had been blotted out. To her satisfaction, the captain reddened a trifle. She began to read, and presently she entered another world, and remained in it for two hours. I would not have him know—now—for the world. The latter has, since, been induced to unite herself to Sir Cecil, on terms originating with her brother, and which, however strange and unprecedented, were acquiesced in by the suitor. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. It’s kind of the World War II thing.
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