The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. " "Because this child's life was threatened by the persons you have mentioned," rejoined Wood. "What's become of Ruth?" "Gone to her room. We are going to have this chap writing books one of these days. I am going to make a fresh start. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. Terrific shouts were raised by the rabble, who threatened to tear Wild in pieces if he showed himself. " "Where did he get it?" inquired Wood, in surprise. We went our ways. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time.
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