CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. His next occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. Her eyes were wide and bright. “I have come to tell you this.
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