" "Heaven help her!" sighed Jack. CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. I’m not Gerald, remember. "But, we'll soon see. “Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me. The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. There was the motor accident, too. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess.
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