He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. He called to the other attendant, who held the torch. "You are Ruth?" "Yes," said Ruth, stirred by anger and bitterness and astonishment. Did you realize?\" Lucy's mouth twisted into a half-smile that she could not help.
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