" The phrase was new, but Ruth nodded understandingly. “Married already,” he said, with his mouth full. She slept in a bedroom clad in linens and skins, walked down hallways bedecked in the most gay and colorful frescos. He would have to make sure of her silence. Spurling, hastening to the rescue. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. Promise me. He was heartily thankful for it. You'll find her at Black Mary's Hole. You are in danger.
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