"Look here," cried Jonathan, stooping down and taking hold of a ring in the
floor, with which by a great effort he raised up a flag. She
went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was. It seemed
incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only
by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream
of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya,
and all the twining beauty of the gods. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel
a traitor. “Are
you looking for Mike? He’s working. Well, well; all he himself could do would be to watch this singular drama
unroll. " Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse,"
generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. "
"I don't care for that," replied Jack.
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