In the heart of the jungle the dog had his private muck baths. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. Stanley allowed his paper to drop a little, and scrutinized the hats and brows of their three fellow-travellers. How much Mary knew is a mystery. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. “This is all madness,” she declared wearily. ” “I suppose people would say that it is a matter of temperament,” she continued. " Sir Rowland bit his lips to repress the answer that rose to them. My garden-close would be a better thing than that.
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