Seems Enschede's daughter ran away and left him, and he's combing
the islands in search of her. 207
She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times,
having long since forgotten his name. "
"A key!" exclaimed Wood eagerly. He was content
to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets
full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. I've got an address here. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to
his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first
novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from
experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. "I am surprised we have received no summons for attendance to-day," he
remarked; "perhaps the other robber may be secured. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the
miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small
child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half,
its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground.
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