Let’s go. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. "I am Owen Wood, at your service. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. “Fine. ” Tears flowed down her face. That is what stands between us, if you would know—that. “I thought every one had heard,” said Miss Klegg.
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