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He heard Rollo's stump beat a gentle tattoo on the floor. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. ‘Major Gerald Alderley, mademoiselle, quite at your service. The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no escape. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. His glance swept up again and found her staring at him with much of her usual defiance, if a touch less of her customary assurance. She felt that perhaps, in her desire to play an adequate part in the conversation, she had talked rather more freely than she ought to have done, and given him a wrong impression of herself.
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