’ ‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at her betrothed. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. He watched her, savoring her curious attention. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. “I have spoken too many truths to-night. "You see?" Ruth said. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness.
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