Little more’n a week. The kindly American consul-general had himself taken her to the bank,
where her banknotes had been exchanged for a letter of credit, and had
thoroughly advised her. The way—the way we are led on! We are taught to believe we are free in the
world, to think we are queens. But I won't be cheated of my prize. "You read it, Ruth. The stranger concluded he could not be far from his
destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house. Time was moving so fast, she could no longer count the days since Gosse
had come to her with his preposterous suggestion at the Coq d’Or, where they
were staying and where he had robbed her and left her and Martha to their fate. I thought—the papers said——”
“You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. He saw what he had done only as it related to
Ruth. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt
tucked in, he laboured. ’ He
turned to the goggling footman and thrust him towards the coach. The silence of Canton at
night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly
boil out. As
they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom
was almost impenetrable.
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