‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. "Well, what can you expect, guzzling poison like that? Are you returning with us to Hong-Kong in the morning?" "No. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. . I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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