" "Dear sister——" "I should die happy, if I could behold my child. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. \" Mike retorted churlishly. But somehow he could not bring any of these affairs to an orderly end. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. " Prudence felt the hands stiffen oddly; and again the thought came to her that perhaps this poor child's father had once been, perhaps still was, in the same category as this Taber. I took the money myself, and ought to know. "Suppose he does.
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