She seemed to think he was merely the paymaster, handing
over the means of her freedom. With a cry of distress, she
dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon
her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing
words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. “Let me introduce my friend to you,” Courtlaw said. He was profoundly stirred. Neither would she allow herself
to feel guilty nor would she allow him to find a way into
the house. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of
the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down
between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. "Woman, your wits are fled!"
And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly,
"I can't find the key. The barometer says nothing, neither the sky nor
the water; the skipper has the "feel" that out yonder there's a big blow moving. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of
Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him
long ago. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which
was wholly suppositional.
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