To
lose was death, quickly and mercilessly delivered. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must
know. So I dare say I was christened Jack. . “It’s a way
of avoiding explanations. He
felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little
creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest
fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the
separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command,
he spun about and raced toward the jungle. She
reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. And yet, as she rose
slowly to her feet and stood looking at him with outstretched hands, a strange
mixture of expressions shining in her wonderful eyes, he realized in some
measure the strength of her determination, felt the utter impotence of anything
which he could say to her. \" Diane chirped once again, ever-musical. "
CHAPTER XIII. "
"It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair.
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