Then she went below. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. She looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood and saw that several of his fingers were missing. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. There was none. He whispered in her ear. Pennsylvania Dutch. The heroism of two beach combers had saved all on board and their own manhood as well. Ennison started and looked anxiously at Anna. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger.
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