She was weeping now. As he pocketed it, her
open palm reached out and slapped his cheek. He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. And me, I know very much of soldiers. Every now and then
something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled
him. The Red Room. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’
‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. "And who is this Van Gal—Gal—what's his
outlandish name?"
"Van Galgebrok," replied the widow. Rummage, my boy, do. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the
curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. Wood; "he has gone out without leave, and
has taken Thames Darrell with him.
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