He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon
her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing
words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. He waited the pleasure of Monsieur. Natives are queer. "
"I was never going to tell anybody," she added. Then she saw him. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the
correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly
gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. ‘I want a word with you, my lad. Gold-handled, too. 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.
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