’
***
It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the
closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. "
"Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The
Dawn Pearl!"
McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. "
"What's the matter, Ruth?" asked Spurlock, anxiously. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love. You have grown into my life, and I cannot tear you out. You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse. “You have changed somehow—and you certainly are less
friendly. ”
“You are wonderful!” she murmured. "Thames, I entreat—"
"Your wishes are my laws, beloved, girl," replied Kneebone, bowing profoundly.
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