If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. The third time she escaped she reached the inconsequent barricade of the overturned table. The spikes almost touched the upper part of the hatch: scarcely space enough for the passage of a hand being left between their points and the beam.
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