The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. The Well Hole 336 XIII. ” “I am really curious,” she persisted. "We may trust him," he added in a whisper; "he is a staunch friend of the good cause. The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. ‘I do not believe you. " In the living room Spurlock's glance was constantly drawn toward Ruth; but in fear that she might sense something wrong, he walked over to the piano and struck a few chords. "Wretch!" cried Jack. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation.
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