He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes. Beauty has bloomed and faded. "Mercy on us!" cried he, as a thrill of apprehension ran through his frame. He saw now that it was merely a boy. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. ” He took a quick step forward. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed.
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