For Ruth grew lovelier as the days went on. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. I hope—I am sure that he did not see me. After occupying himself thus for the best part of an hour, he thought Jack must have given him the slip.
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