Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. "And now let's see who'll dare to oppose me. “I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him. The movement was fatal to her son. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. His appearance excited the greatest astonishment and consternation amid the group. You’ll be telling me Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose.
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