White——” “No more,” Sydney Courtlaw begged, laughingly. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. ’ He sat looking her over in silence for a moment or two, his thoughts revolving around the name and the way it fitted so exquisitely on quite another set of features. I was engaged to dine with your sister and her husband, and I sent a wire. “How could I, when your sister sings now at the ‘Unusual’ every night and the name ‘Alcide’ flaunts from every placard in London?” “The likeness between us,” she said, “before I began to disfigure myself with rouge and ill-dressed hair, was remarkable. ‘Aye, sir. He just walked in a few minutes ago.
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