If only she had thought to plunge the scissors into her own heart! Hoddy … to return and find her either gone or dead! But even as the Wastrel's arms gathered her, there came the sound of hurrying steps on the veranda. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. We shall have him on his return. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. She answered him almost coldly. Mind you don't stir till supper's over.
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