So proas loaded with nuts were always landing on the beach. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. The image did not move. "The only disguise I ever put on is a dress-suit, and I look as natural as a pig at a Mahomedan dinner. To have sprung this upon them to-night would have been worth a thousand pounds. . In a moment he was beside her. He made a quick movement towards her, but she did not flinch. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered.
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