Wild had escaped. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. . I have it on my conscience that I offended you—” “Offended me when?” “I’ve been haunted by the memory of you. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. To find the true father at the expense of the beautiful fairy tale Ruth had woven around the woman in the locket was an intolerable thought. He dropped the key on the counterpane. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused.
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