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The sergeant had not
seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is
killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the
thought of the island was repellent. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well
as in the feet. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. . ”
“What is it that I should plan for in life?”
“Life itself is glorious enough. ’
***
Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate
that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before
his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a
head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. Then he hovered undecidedly for some seconds
with his hands in his pockets and his mouth puckered to a whistle before he
turned to go home by the Avenue. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to
faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. “That sounds quite absurd,” she answered.
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