He’s waiting. The poor child! What frightful things she must have seen on that island of hers! The noise of crashing glass caused a diversion; and Ruth turned gratefully toward the sound. She breathed deeply. I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband.
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