“I believe so. ’ ‘I am whatever you like,’ he agreed pleasantly, ‘but nothing is going to stop me from searching for this dagger. But they were old enough to start remembering you as mother, and we cannot have that. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. As soon as she reached this spot, Wild sprang ashore, and was joined by several persons, —among whom was Quilt Arnold, leading a horse by the bridle,—he hastened down the stairs to meet him. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. “You are in trouble,” he said. F. Jackson appears to do, it can't be very offensive to be told, that he's like him. You must come back.
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