But underneath this tolerance there is always the vague hope that your manhood will someday reassert itself. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. He kissed her cheek. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. He put an arm around her. The commissionaire stood there, tall and imperturbable. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. “John,” she declared, “I must eat or die. The wounded man had descended the bridge, and dashed himself against the door beyond it; but, finding it impossible to force his way further, he turned to confront his assailants. Howsomdever, if you should reach t'other side, take an old feller's advice, and don't be foolhardy enough to venter back again. She trembled; but she did not know why.
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