” “Who are you?” “I am a friend of Miss Pellissier’s,” Courtlaw answered. " "No more of this," rejoined Thames, "or we shall quarrel. "Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. ‘Fiddle, Gerald. Only a few, but enough for me to understand that some act had driven you to this part of the world, where the hunted hide. The whole incident was so unexpected that neither Courtlaw nor Brendon were awaiting. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers.
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