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"But what is an oath to you!" cried the widow, distrustfully. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. He gripped the window-sill behind him. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes since: the same outwardly; and yet…! On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough to argue about books, music, paintings. Your attitude to me—” He fell into a brown study. ” She laughed at him easily and mirthfully. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. ’ He grinned. "You'd better surrender quietly, Jack," he cried; "you've no chance. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. Ruth had not expected to be kissed; so the omission passed unnoted. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms.
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