CHAPTER XXIV. Someone, it appeared, was trying to profit from that fact. “Cheveney!” she repeated. "My plan is a very simple one," rejoined the thief-taker smiling bitterly. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. I believed that our marriage was genuine. . She was too late. The policemen were closing in from the sides to intervene. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle.
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