’ ‘Je m’en moque. She had braved all obstacles to pursue her dream. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. Suddenly she felt her wrist grasped by a strong hand. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. The whole was then fired, and in a few minutes the room was a blaze. It was only a few months ago that I told you you must come to London, and you only laughed at me. Please don’t tell anyone, mister. He wondered if, after all, McClintock wasn't nearest the truth, that Ruth was one of those unfortunate yet innocent women who make havoc with the hearts of men. With an open hand, he slapped her face. He looked at her, his eyes filled with excited terror and astonishment at her move.
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