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“Don’t tell anyone I told you this. "When I went through your trunk that first night, I discovered an envelope filled with manuscripts. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. Wood obeyed. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words. He started toward the dog with the idea of ejecting him, but Ruth intervened. I’ve made up my mind. . My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. “The walk has given me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five o’clock.
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