] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. She asked no further questions for the moment. What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps gone. Your glove will suffice. Let me make your future for you. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words.
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