’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. You don’t deserve it, but he does. She pulled away from him, placing her fingers on his lips for a moment. ‘I am not in the least in a rage. He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave.
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