Chapter VI
A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION
The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly
through his gold eye-glasses. They cannot imagine the discomforts involved, and they see
only mystery in your fight to recover your lost heritage. “We’re in for it. "
"Ay, ay," cried the jailers, laughing. And if he
didn’t, what was the good of seeing him?
“I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. He drew compellingly upon his new characters to
keep him out of this melancholy channel; but they ebbed and ebbed; he could not
hold them. She did not think Ann Veronica would do as her
companion. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying
skiff. So, forthwith, without any preliminaries beyond introductions, he began the
ceremony; and shortly Ruth Enschede became Ruth Spurlock, for better or for
worse. Between his lectures—and primarily he was an itinerant lecturer—he
manoeuvred in vain to acquire some facts regarding the girl, who she was,
whence she had come; but always she countered with: "What is that?" Guileless
she might be; simple, never. Enschede halted. "
"Ship her back to her father"—sagely.
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