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Ruth did not
reply, but stared past the doctor, her eyes misty. The light!—the light!"
Astounded at his cries, Thames sprang towards him. Here was no crooked soul; a little
weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. A forgotten island beyond the ship
lanes, where that grim Hand would falter and move blindly in its search for him!
From what he had read, there wouldn't be much to do; and in the idle hours he
could write. I'm a
graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. He was not a
sailor. It would be very hard perhaps
to make you understand just how I feel about it. Ruth took hers in the sea, but was careful never to go beyond her depth because
of the sharks. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt,
crashing music. ”
Hill looked up at him, an unkempt, rough-looking object, with broken collar,
tumbled hair, and the blood slowly dripping from his face.
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