He unlocked himself from her embrace. "I've set a trap for him. Can it ever be so good again?”
Ann Veronica put out a firm hand and squeezed his arm. Perhaps if I had watched over her more closely, things would have been
different. The mere fact that he was there in the train alongside her, helping her,
sitting opposite to her in the dining-car, presently sleeping on a seat within a
yard of her, made her heart sing until she was afraid their fellow passengers
would hear it. She could not go to him when it was
apparent that he needed her beyond all other instances! What had caused this
agony did not matter—then. How can he help you?”
She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his
heart beat to music. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. So, step by step,
and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody
else. "
Meanwhile, the party at the table continued drinking and chatting as merrily as
before. Now lend me your own hand.
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