Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. Her heart swelled to suffocation. ’ ‘But there is still Remenham House. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid handsomely to manage it, I daresay. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door.
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