Spurlock stared at Ruth across the rim of his bowl. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. She knew that the stairs they had to negotiate to the vestry were extremely narrow, and she had made her plans. No, this was imbecile. She looked and felt like a fairy princess. ‘You put that thing away now, missie. Her aunt leaped unhappily to the thought of penitence. Wood. Sheppard, I'm sure, will say as much for you. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. Here would be a woman perfectly unrecognizable, strong, ruthless but just. I wanted the magic of love. "Good night, Master.
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