Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to look for his hostess. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. We sha’n’t hang up on any misunderstanding.
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