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" With this, they dismounted; and fastening their horses to a tree, proceeded towards the house. "Don't look at it, I entreat," she cried. Mike and Shari sat at the kitchen table eating potato chips. Luckily, Sir James was so much engrossed by his own task, that both the remark and gesture escaped him. Why should he stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his head? CHAPTER III He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without her asking! The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. “I can tell you are thinking about it. “He has asked to see some one,” he whispered to the doctor. But I mustn't think of these things, or I shall grow mad. The tall, blond boys, right?” “That’s them.
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