” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. “I’m next, Mr. " At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. He held down the light, and a moment afterwards beckoned, with a blanched cheek, to Rowland. ” “It scarcely gives me a chance,” Mr.
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