That’s about the beginning. CHAPTER XXIII
Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. The latter appeared to contain several papers,
which Jack carefully put by, in the hope that they might turn out of importance in
a scheme of vengeance which he meditated against the thief-taker. "He has not the power—perhaps not the will to do so. But this might be merely a figurative mode of describing his
customary vigilance. On a small shelf near the foot of
the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug
without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a
fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. Her greatest exploit
was the howling before the mid-day meal. Ramage did not know. "Quite captivated, Ma'am," added Mr. ” Lucy put her hand to her heart and
pulled one of her kinky curls straight. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily
blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but
by no means contemptible reputation of his own. ”
“No, it’s just a surprise.
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