She forgot her vital hatred of the South Seas; she forgot that McClintock's would not differ a jot from the old island she had for ever left behind her; she forgot all the doctor's lessons and warnings. “I have not quarrelled with her. Knap. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. She took a deep breath. You know that, and I know that, though we might be put to it to find a reason why. Ruth was at that stage where the absorption of facts is great, but where the mental digestion is not quite equal to the task.
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