“I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. He flung Ruth aside, careless whether she fell or not. He realized that he was committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of times. “Well, lodgings and things! And I paid my fees at the College. Voilà tout. Die game. ‘This is altogether insupportable!’ She dug a hand into the recesses of the petticoat of her riding habit and a moment later Gerald found himself once again confronting the barrel of her overlarge and tarnished pistol. I demand it as a right. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man. Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly.
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