4. The chief influence was
her awakening sense of the need of money. Her father was right: Ruth must never know. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to
burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. The next page
was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his
face, or what she had remembered of it. Journeying blindly half way across the world, this man
had found his quarry. Not so bad. A cold shiver came over her. Now drop it. We will beg our
bread and our shelter, and our passage on a boat. “Hola, Michelle. Ramage controlled his expression and thought very quickly. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing,
which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. “Well?” she said. This done, Edgeworth Bess, who watched her opportunity,
slipped out of the Lodge.
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