CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. I mean—I mean to do what I can. That old chap has a remarkable range in reading. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. ‘Civilian peace-keeping forces, you know. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. They found Ruth reading to Spurlock, whose shoulders and head were propped by pillows. ’ ‘Then they are soldiers.
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