CHAPTER VIII. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work before her, and it did not get on. Have the goodness to affix your name to that memorandum, Sir Rowland. Wild had escaped. It was the gratification of an immense necessity. She battled with a deadly faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her seat. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. Do sit down, dear boy. ’ ‘I don’t know,’ confessed Gerald. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. He was asleep. '—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. She had gladly lowered her eyes as she had been instructed to in front of the fine ladies and lords, as she was more interested in their clothing and fripperies than their faces.
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