He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. There is the key. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. You have watched all the uncouth creations of my brain come sprawling out upon the canvas, and besides, we have been companions. She was not Madame Melusine Valade. .
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