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I looked out. How many hours the sun had been up there was no means of knowing.
The sky was low and slaty gray; a fine rain was falling. I stepped out.
The garden of Norhala was a wreckage of uprooted and splintered trees and torn masses of what had been blossoming verdure.
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There came from the valley no sound, no movement, no light.
I reentered the blue globe and paused on the threshold — staring into the wide and wondering eyes of Ruth bolt upright in her silken bed with Norhala’s cloak clutched to her chin like a suddenly awakened and startled child. As she glimpsed me she stretched out her hand. Drake, wide awake on the instant, leaped to his feet, his hand jumping to his pistol.
“Dick!” called Ruth, her voice tremulous, sweet.
He swung about, looked deep into the clear and fearless brown eyes in which — with leaping heart I realized it — was throned only that spirit which was Ruth’s and Ruth’s alone; Ruth’s clear unshadowed eyes glad and shy and soft with love.
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Upon them, embraced, the wakening eyes of Ventnor dwelt; they filled with relief and joy, nor was there lacking in them a certain amusement.
She drew from Drake’s arms, pushed him from her, stood for a moment shakily, with covered eyes.
“Ruth,” called Ventnor softly.
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“Martin.” She raised her face to him. “Martin, it’s GONE! I’m — ME again! All ME! What happened? Where’s Norhala?”
I started. Did she not know? Of course, lying bound as she had in the vanished veils, she could have seen nothing of the stupendous tragedy enacted beyond them — but had not Ventnor said that possessed by the inexplicable obsession evoked by the weird woman Ruth had seen with her eyes, thought with her mind?
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