It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. She attacked his hair resolutely. She wanted to live. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. ” “You want to change my look, yes?” Lucy peered at her. She writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders. "Good Lord!—cannibals?" "Aye. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers.
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