“You were born for great things,” he said huskily. It heralded you, promised you. Shortly afterwards, he re-appeared with the information that the captive was safe below; and giving the necessary directions to his crew, before many minutes had elapsed, the Zeeslang spread her canvass to the first breeze of morning. Ruth did not reply, but stared past the doctor, her eyes misty. ‘Damnation! Too late. "He's a base, deceitful, tyrannical, hoary-headed libertine—that's what he is. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs.
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