"Odd's life!" cried Gay, in astonishment; "is this slight-made stripling Jack Sheppard? Why, I expected to see a man six foot high at the least, and as broad across the shoulders as our friend Figg. He rolled on top of her, pinning her with his arms and forming a tented cage. No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. And here she was—in a mess because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man.
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