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"We waste time with this fellow," interposed Sir Cecil, "and may lose the object
of our quest, who, beyond doubt, has taken refuge in this building. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if
he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good
chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the
banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't
refused to take me. You really are extremely stupid, Melusine. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet;
from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. ”
“Won’t you postpone the attempt, then?” he said gallantly, “until I have done
something to deserve your gratitude? You will not forget—seven-thirty, Café
Maston, Boulevard des Italiennes. She had just this moment past told him that
Monsieur Valade came to her after the tragedy, to the convent, from where he
married her and brought her to England. The Well Hole. He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. After all, that was life.
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