Unlocking it, he entered the
chamber, which by no means belied its external appearance. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to
Ruth, my dreams. At
night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. However, I've not told you all; for
old Van did say something about the child saving his new-found friend's life at
the time of meeting; but how that's to happen, I'm sure I can't guess. She was quite unconcerned. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the
recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association
continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that
which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than
her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. . ’
‘But he gives them to me. The charm of innocence breathes around her, as fragrance is diffused
by the flower, sanctifying her lightest thought and action, and shielding her, like
a spell, from the approach of evil.
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