Chapter XXIV A CASE FOR THE POLICE After that first horrible moment it was perhaps Anna who was the more selfpossessed. There was no longer any risk in association with her. She glanced into his face. Wood, popping her head through the window. “Mind my smoking?” said Roddy. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. "Aha! my lad!" he cried without appearing to regard the pain of the wound; "now I'll show you no quarter. ’ ‘That old fool? Why my brother kept him on I shall never know.
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