Giles's. Don’t ask me how. But Ruth was his woman, and he had sworn to God to defend her. There was a moment’s breathless and disappointed silence. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand.
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