" "Mr. “Dear John,” she whispered. A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. “One is always playing the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. You might even tire of me by then, you know. Oh, Heavens; that I should have ever indulged a hope of happiness while that terrible man lives!" "Compose yourself, Joan," said Wood; "all will yet be well.
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