God! I have cheated myself into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized —he lives!" "As yet," returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis. The problem had returned, made gigantic by the possibility of Ruth's love. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. ‘Poor things. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. We were to ransom you, then we would fake your death, play as if the kidnappers had executed you.
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