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Instead of passing on, as Jack expected, these persons stopped opposite the cage, when one of them, as he judged from the sound, for he did not dare to look out of his hiding place, dismounted. Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. She knew blood was rushing to his face and other places as well. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. "What is your name?" "Ruth. I have heard of you from my husband. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. She could not help but swoon a little. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. "What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. ’ ‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald. ‘I broke in.
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