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"Oh, that!" she said, with a deprecating gesture. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. "I forgot. That's slang, meaning you're splendid." "I begin to see that I shall have to learn English all over again." "You have always spoken it?" "Yes; except for some native. I wasn't taught that; I simply fell into it from contact." "I see. So he's come around, then?
And what must have been the man's thought as he came upon Ruth wearing a gown of her mother's? a fair picture of the mother in the primrose days? Not a flicker of an eyelash; steel and granite outwardly. The conceit of Howard Spurlock in imagining he knew what mental suffering was! But Enschede was right: Ruth must never know.
Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran warning to clear the way. "Have the aromatic spirits of ammonia sent to Mr. Taber's room at once," Ruth ordered. "I will administer it." "You, Miss Enschede?" frankly astonished that one stranger should offer succour to another. "There is nobody else. Someone ought to be with him until the doctor arrives.
Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. Some day I may forgive you; but not now. No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. Without a word, without a sign, Enschede started toward the beach, where his proa waited. For a time Spurlock did not move.
Accursed all of them Enschede, Ruth, and himself. "What's the matter, lad, after all the wonderful fireworks at lunch?" Spurlock beheld McClintock standing beside him. He waved a hand toward the sea. "A sail?" said McClintock. "What about it?" "Enschede." "Enschede? her father? What's happened?" McClintock sat down. "Do you mean to tell me he's come and gone in an hour?
On the 18th October, Maurice having summoned Enschede, the commandant requested permission to examine the artillery by which it was proposed to reduce the city. Leave being granted, two captains were deputed accordingly as inspectors, who reported that resistance was useless. The place accordingly capitulated at once. Here, again, was an improvement on the heroic practice of Alva and Romero.
On the 18th October, Maurice having summoned Enschede, the commandant requested permission to examine the artillery by which it was proposed to reduce the city. Leave being granted, two captains were deputed accordingly as inspectors, who reported that resistance was useless. The place accordingly capitulated at once. Here, again, was an improvement on the heroic practice of Alva and Romero.
"Miss Enschede was born on an island in the South Seas. She is setting out for Hartford, Connecticut. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money." The doctor had entered the room fully determined to tell the patient the major part of Ruth's story, to inspire him with proper respect and gratitude.
"It is a part of my blood ... my beautiful mother!" He saw Enschede, putting out to sea, alone, memories and regrets crowding upon his wake. Her father was right: Ruth must never know. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form.
He tried not to think of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. He drew compellingly upon his new characters to keep him out of this melancholy channel; but they ebbed and ebbed; he could not hold them. Enschede: no human emotion should ever again shuttle between him and God.
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