She was thinking fast now, all her senses on the alert. "Your name is Spurlock?" "It is. His face brightened at the sight of her, and he came toward her. And still you interest yourself in my affairs. "Good Lord!—cannibals?" "Aye. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. Gazing into each other's eyes with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen. Beyond the hatch, an angle, formed by a projection in the wall of some three or four feet, served to hide a door conducting to the interior of the prison. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English.
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