The clanking of chains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. Do you think that I am utterly selfish?” She raised her eyebrows. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. He looked at her, hurt. \"Stop smiling, you're scaring me. “Come this way,” he said. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. ” Annabel sank suddenly into a chair.
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