Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. From the Sha-mien to the yacht, Spurlock had uttered no word; though, even in the semi-darkness, no gesture or word of Ruth's escaped him. Come now, I am very glad to see you again so soon, mademoiselle whatever-your-name-is. The day had become suddenly overcast. “You fill me with happiness, John. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. “You blithering idiot!” he exclaimed.
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