“Shopman. “More than that, he arrived to-day at the boarding-house where I am staying, greeted me with a theatrical start, and claimed me—as his wife. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. Mother and Son XI. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caught by the eddies, whirled around. The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffin was deposited at the brink of the grave. I owed his father a grudge: that I settled long ago. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. "Come! I see the storm has blown over," cried Winifred, brightening up.
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