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CHAPTER XIII. It was my destiny to have her. At Boulogne they took train to Basle; next morning they breakfasted together
in the buffet of that station, and thence they caught the Interlaken express, and so
went by way of Spies to Frutigen. He did not love Ruth. ”
“Who says I don’t? Didn’t you used to live in
Arkansas?”
“Alabama. She wondered what the problem
was, why the buildup?
She wanted to go to his apartment that evening but
stayed herself. Sebastian was gone and another doctor came to
bleed her, to rid her of the black humors that were
causing the plague. She was acquiring truths, but in a
series of shocks rather than by the process of analysis. ’
‘Capting Roding wouldn’t never command me to help no Frenchie,’ said the
sergeant positively. I always fall on my feet,
you know. We have seen pitted cheeks, which we would not
exchange for dimples and a satin skin. Somebody may
be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. ’
‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his
senior turned questioning eyes on him. Sometimes I take innocent lives.
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