" "And I promise that all you tell me and show me will sink in," replied O'Higgins, frankly interested. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Ramage seemed always fencing about the forbidden topic, probing for openings, and she wondered why she did not give him them. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. Old London Bridge. It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white.
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