On the second day
out he was helped to a steamer-chair on deck; on the third day, his arm across
Ruth's shoulder, he walked from his chair to the foremast and back. She had fallen asleep. Kneebone made no effort to check the
unreasonable merriment of his companions, but rather seemed to encourage it. His heart was beating, but faintly and
slowly, with ominous intermissions. Taking a
firm grasp of his pistol, Gerald eased back, let go the handle of the door, and at
the same instant, swung his booted foot. The other kicked over the traces a bit, made
rather a hit with her singing at some of those French places, and went the pace in
a mild, ladylike sort of way. So, by way of gaining time, he resolved to
question him further. Russell trouble, a good lot of trouble. I didn’t think—I
don’t know what I thought. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of
Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him
long ago.
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