He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. Ruth could tell the doctor; she could bare many of her innermost thoughts to that kindly man; but there was an inexplicable reserve before this young man whom she still endued with the melancholy charm of Sydney Carton. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention. "Maybe he realized that he was slipping fast and thought a fine action might give him a hand-hold on life again. ’ He nodded in the direction of her pistol. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks.
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