Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. He must win this man's confidence, even at the risk of being called mad. The man had favoured him with a brief nod, but the girl had gone so far as to offer a tiny smile, and a look under her lashes with which not even Gerald, for all his scant interest in female society, could fail to be familiar. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. Beneath these prints, a cluster of hobnails, driven into the wall, formed certain letters, which, if properly deciphered, produced the words, "Paul Groves, cobler;" and under the name, traced in charcoal, appeared the following record of the poor fellow's fate, "Hung himsel in this rum for luv off licker;" accompanied by a graphic sketch of the unhappy suicide dangling from a beam.
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