And then amusement crept into Alderley’s chest and he let his pistol hand fall. Anna went out. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. She realized in a moment what had happened. The evil in his eyes towards her was explosive. I thought that he was dead. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence. She foraged about in her mind for some satisfying equivalent which would express in English this gurgling drone the Chinese called a language. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. But Blueskin was not to be silenced. Here was a hole as wide as a church-door.
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