Ruth hugged the envelope and McClintock, with the end of a burnt match, drew a cabalistic sign. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. According to Lucilla, this comtesse had constituted herself something of a social leader in the rapidly growing assemblage of refugees, and would undoubtedly be ready to introduce an eligible bachelor appropriately. Danger, the most terrible she had ever faced, was substantially in this room. “You are positively eloquent to-night—both of you,” she declared. “Earning a salary!” “You’re like a Princess in Exile!” he repeated, overruling her. She twanged the catgut under her fingers.
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