‘I believe that. In the struggle, Mrs. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you. It—it is nothing,’ she said, although with a tremor in her voice. " A peculiar smile illuminated Jack's features. At least that, I think, is what makes a clever woman’s independent career so much more difficult than a clever man’s. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. Get a license—just an idea of mine. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. CHAPTER I.
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