‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as
though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. After passing Tottenham Court Road, very few houses were to be seen on the
right hand, opposite Wardour Street it was open country. Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face,
and found him frowning. ’
‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun. But, though I cannot reward you, Heaven will. The girl was flushed with excitement, bright-eyed, and braced for a struggle;
her aunt had never seen her looking so fine or so pretty. ”
“You want my body? It’s yours for the taking. The ink, contained in
a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as
it touched the paper. Besides, I thought you despised killing women. "
There was a pause. As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had
gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms.
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