She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful. I can’t even make myself care. “I’ve had most of the things I wanted,” said Ramage, in the stillness of the night. After all, life had still its pulsations. I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. I am used, you understand, to guard my secret. From this night I shall pursue a different course; from this night his ruin may be dated.
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