“I have to go out. The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up. And, mind, it's for his sister, Lady Trafford.
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