You have
got to ask her yourself; but there's no telling what she would not
do for you now, she's so grateful to you for saving her father's
life."
"But I did not," he exclaimed, an expression as of acute pain
crossing his brows. "I only helped him along. But she must not be
grateful. I don't like the word. Gratitude hasn't got anything to
do with--" he did not finish the sentence.
"But you DID save his life, and you know it, and I just love you
for it," she insisted, ignoring his criticism as she again
smoothed his hand. "You did a fine, noble act, and I am proud of
you and I came to tell you so." Then she added suddenly: "You
received my message last night, didn't you? Now, don't tell me
that that good-for-nothing Peter forgot it."
"No, he gave it to me, and it was so kind of you."
"Well, then I forgive him. And now," here she made a little salaam
with both her hands--"now you have Ruth's message."
"I have what?" he asked in astonishment.
"Ruth's message." She still kept her face straight although her
lips quivered with merriment.
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