" Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse,"
generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. "
"My strength fails me," gasped the fugitive. "I told you I would call to bid you farewell, Mr. Old Bedlam. We shall have a reg'lar
squall afore we gets across. I'm told he's so handsome. This spot, which still retains its name, acquired the
appellation from an old crone who lived there, and who, in addition to a very
equivocal character for honesty, enjoyed the reputation of being a witch. The great
untrodden world was before her still, into which no one can pass alone. And at the
thought of that other lover—he was convinced that that beloved person was a
lover, and she found herself unable to say a word to explain to him that this other
person, the person she loved, did not even know of her love—Ramage grew
angry and savage once more, and returned suddenly to gibe and insult. Only
think how compromising. Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and
every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence. Pole coolies
came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and
veined with translucent emerald green. ’
‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. She knew now that he never would. .
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