He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. I think he got sick of us and he disappeared not one week later. ’ For the moment I thought it was a telegram from Gwen. The report of his detention caused an immense sensation. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you.
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