” She stood up and held her arms toward him. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. ‘Why, that’s it. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. And then suddenly—a relief. You’ve got me. I’m convinced that much of Russell’s investigations are on wrong lines, unsound lines. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work before her, and it did not get on. Once she reached the bamboo curtain, clutched at it and tore it down as his arms went around her waist.
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