You
can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion
in me—of that sort—worth a rap. I packed them with the other few things I owned. CHAPTER XXXII. !"
"I understand," interrupted McClintock. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as
though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. ”
He then slipped a diamond ring on her finger. His voice
when he spoke was almost fiercely assertive, but there was an undernote of
nervousness. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. I was once a disciple of
Saint Peter myself, and speak from experience.
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