I must tell you all about God’s land, this marvellous virgin country, with its silent forests and dazzling peaks. Can it ever be so good again?” Ann Veronica put out a firm hand and squeezed his arm. “Hullo!” Courtlaw, haggard, his deep-set eyes more brilliant than ever, took Anna’s hand into his, and breathed a little close drawn sigh of content. “The one who used to live at Lyndmore. “If it will keep you busy,” he said, with a faintly ironical smile. Not since she had discovered it had Ruth touched or opened the mission Bible; but to-night (the same upon which the wonderful manuscripts started on their long and circuitous voyage to America) she was inexplicably drawn to it. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. There was still in his heart that fierce anger which demands physical expression; but he had to consider Ruth in all phases. F.
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